"My drokking ass it's clean. I beg to differ," he mutters under his breath as pats the last of the gore off himself. With one last grunt of disgust, he folds his arms and glares disapprovingly at Locus.

"Well they're hardly going to be moving like that." Rico jerks a thumb over his shoulder to the general chaotic state of the room. Adding to the noise are the zombies outside the barricade slamming their bodies against it, driven into a renewed frenzy by the commotion. "Good going."

And they say he lacks empathy, he thinks with a mental scoff.

"And at least put that drokking thing away," he snaps as an aside as he cants his chin sharply at Locus's firearm. He finds it just a bit threatening, and he's glad for the reassuring weight of his lawgiver in his hand. "You don't need that right now. Do you?"