Rico recognises a familiar tone in Garrus's voice that means he's going to do it regardless of objections, and you just deal with it. He should know.

So despite his pride, he takes up a position at the right, gun at the ready for when his opponents turn around the corner. Rico's no stranger to working alongside closely with a partner, even if he hasn't bothered with one over the past year, but Garrus is well over a foot taller than Joe and moves in unexpected ways. Drokking aliens.

Two harried looking groups charge around each corner, armed haphazardly with stun-sticks and rifles, marking out their targets. The ones with short-range weapons close in on Rico and Garrus first, swinging their weapons.