While appreciated, the robo-butler does nothing but give Zenyatta a blank look, as if wishing him luck in his endeavor but not expecting much success from him.

Upstairs isn't as thoroughly wrecked as the space Zenyatta just left, although it looks like Rico's making good headway into the operation. Daystick swinging in hand, he's slumped on his back on a table, listlessly hurling half-empty bottles at the ceiling. The numerous broken bottles and red wine splashed all over the place shows how much progress he's made in the time Zenyatta took to get up.

"Flake off, drokkbucket," Rico shouts first without turning his head, slurring his words far too loudly and at a volume that isn't strictly necessary when the stairs are right there. "I'll bust you for breaking and entering, and tresspassing with the intent of - the intent of being a punk! This is my place!"