Rico stares unrepentantly back, proud and uncowed. The uniform was a shield as much as it was his chain, covering up his flaws and evidence of his mistakes as it turned him into something inhuman and powerful. He's too well trained to give any physical signs of the discomfort prickling in his spine at being so exposed, but there's something undefinable in Garrus's strange beady eyes, something he doesn't like as he's scanned. Like he's being judged.

But he didn't quite finish his sentence.

"Not so big now that I've seen everything." Rico finishes, low and quiet. This time, there's no hanging up on the omnicom. Garrus has to listen, whether he likes it or not. "Not so big now that I know what you are."