[This time, Zenyatta's words run through Rico's head a second time. He doesn't miss the way his lights... well, light up. And that brings a reflexive, mirthful laugh that could almost be called a giggle out of him.]

What? No, no. Hold that thought right there, [ he chuckles, putting up a hand. It's said a bit callously, dismissive without thought.] I know you've offered to teach me meditation, but can you imagine me in robes, meditating and living the monastary life with "Iris" this and "Iris" that? I'd just about drokkng die without action.

[Well. Action, and "action". Both he's fairly sure isn't going to find in a monastary, unless he really goes looking.] No, I've settled on a place. [He shakes his head, lowering his voice just a bit.] Rimbor, if you've heard of it.

[Which he well may have. It's notorious for crime and corruption, after all.]