Rico grumbles, but he doesn't overly push the point. He knows with an absolute, iron-clad certainty that he could outdraw him if it came down to it anyway. Well. At least there's somebody on this team who knows what needs to be done. It's earned Locus just one tiny iota of respect.

"Alright, fine. Keep it out if you like." he says begrudgingly, as if Locus had ever needed his permission in the first place. "Just keep that itchy trigger finger away from me."

He turns around to yell at the people in the room, at least try to wrangle them into some semblance of order, when he pauses. He looks down at the Coluan woman's corpse, and squints. Had the infection progressed that far? Something looks... off.