She tries to choke back a snort of indignation. No, that's not polite. As angry and suffering second-hand embarassment as she is, she needs to be civil. She takes a moment to let it pass, and tries to choose her words carefully.

"I don't know or care who Randy Gitt is. He obviously had no eye for fashion either." His own comments on her attire she completely ignores; coming from someone not even wearing pants means they're pretty useless as far as actual constructive criticism and advice is concerned. She waves him off dismissively.

"Once again, you're forgetting who's in charge here. Why don't you grow up and go dress like your age instead of some sauced-up teenage punk?" She's trying so hard to get through to him, trying to think about angles she hasn't tried and yet she's so blinded by intense irritation at having to deal with him at all. Quiet note to self; never again allow Rico on another mission if she has any say-so.