After a second of stunned silence, there is a lot of screaming from panicked Coluans in the room.

Rico pays no mind to the sudden commotion, instead looking back at where the shot came from. He stares back, shamelessly accusingly as he brushes off some of the brain and shattered flecks of bone that's splattered on the front of his transuit without looking away, mouth pulling down in a disgusted frown.

"Did you just rob this woman of her chance to say her last words?" Rico says mildly, comically disapproving. Somehow, it's not difficult at all to hear his words despite the sound of shouting in the room. He gestures at the civilians in the room pressing themselves against the wall, trying to get further away from the gore. One man is looking at his bloody shoes, splashing vomit out in the corner. "Now look at what you've done."

Rico taps his foot impatiently. Fix this, Locus.