"Understood." Garrus replies, a slight edge of annoyance in his voice at being told that he'd spoken out of turn.

The rest of it though, had gone down as expected, except maybe for Rico going quietly. Considering how self-righteously he'd faced everything else here, he'd half-thought that he'd make an issue out of it when things turned against him. Maybe that same, unwavering belief that he actually was the embodiment of justice was letting him walk out of here with his head held high - confident that this would turn out his way. It would certainly explain the smugness plastered across Rico's bloodied face.

Garrus meets Rico's eyes as the latter swaggers past, but doesn't react more than a slight twitch of his mandibles. If Rico was trying to piss him off, it was working, but Garrus wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

This wasn't over though. He could feel it.

Once Rico had moved past, Garrus turned to Kubo and Beetle. He looked Kubo over, scanning him for any sign of injury, and finding none, his expression softened a bit.

Good. At least one thing had gone right, here.