It's probably a good thing that they've got some company, if only so they both avoid whatever the Legion's equivalent of a court martial is. He may have his anger under wraps for the moment, but Rico's words - this repeated insistence that they're the same just because they've both put their share of criminals in the ground - has him seeing red.

Make no mistake though, it was a talk they were going to finish at some point or another.

His attention turns down the hall, his danger sense prickling in both directions ... and towards Rico. Despite how unsettling it was, knowing that violent intent was somewhere in Rico, it was reassuring having his finger on the pulse. He'd know when the shot was coming, if it ever came. No pulling the rug out from under his feet, at least not if he's careful.

"I'll take the left." Not a request, not an order. It's just what he's doing. The right side, you can figure that out.