Rico looks unimpressed by the question. "Do you really have to ask me that?" he sneers.

Grud. He hates that Garrus won't even give him the dignity of being rude at him. He'd especially like to respond in kind. Not that he ever really needs an excuse, but he should at least pretend to be professional about this. He unfolds his arms and stands up straighter, legs apart and chin up, bringing a finger up to poke him in the chest.

"Lets get one thing straight, Archangel. You and I both know we don't like each other. I think you're a sanctimonious bleeding heart who should keep his nose out of other people's business. I'm sure you think the same. But the sooner we get this mission over with, the sooner I never have to see your face again, and we can all move on with our lives. That sound good to you?"