Rico takes Wash's 'sentencing' in with an air of restrained mirth. It's not a bad show at all, but to him it reeks like a juve putting on a bucket and kneepads. Still, it's just about the most respect he'll give in this situation.

"Very well, sir," he drawls, the last word delivered with so much amusement that he might as well not have said it in the first place. "If you're so inclined to be my tour guide..."

Without waiting for anybody else to react, he strides past them with head held high, slowing just a bit as he saunters past Garrus, staring him down with a smirk on his face, a flash of malice in his visor. He ignores the juve and fat man on the other side, not bothered with making an effort to intimidate them. The latter would be wasted effort, and the former will get his turn.

He'll get plenty of opportunity to do that later, he's sure.

And if not, he'll make sure.