He'll believe it when he sees it. There's a curl of disgust in his gut when he hears her say how they're civilized. Coming from another Judge, Rico shouldn't put much stock in them doing things much different around here.

"Rimbor? Sounds dumb. Besides, if I miss home -" he scoffs " - they cut out a slice of Mega-City One in the hab-deck for me. I've been looking around, but there's nothing off I can find - it's a perfect recreation down to the gang graffiti and the potholes. Don't know how they did it." He drums his fingers on his belt, frowning. It was a little uncomfortable, to be honest. "All I'm missing are the cits, and I sure as drokk don't mind not dealing with them."

A bit of a lie. But who cares?

Ugh. Seems she won't take a hint. He crosses one foot in front of the other as he leans back against the railing, going for a casual attitude. "You know, I heard Head Office is experimenting with some kind of new tranq gas. Apparently they blew their budget wad on it." Rico snorts in amusement, but it's to mask the tiny seed of irritation growing in the back of his head. Grud damn it, give him something. "Caused a couple of deaths, birth defects, and cases of cancers in the trial phase, but they're still insistent it'll be worth it. Might save us all a lot of trouble if I can come back and tell them if it turns out a drokking stommstorm or what."

If this conversation is turning a little pushy, or a little more insistent: well, it is.