Rico doesn't say anything for a second. Just tilts his visor to the show and watches for a brief moment, the innocent joy on people's faces. The simple delight it brings to the crowd as the delicate flutter of paper assembles and re-assembles in an array of magical displays. And for a moment, he feels the tiniest stirring of emotion. With this in mind, he turns back to the juve with with a wide, wide, terrible smile. And in a deep, hoarse voice that does not go with the cheerful tone;

"No, I think you're in the middle of an apology!"

Which is exactly why he lifts his foot and crushes a folded paper figure under his steel-capped boot. Then grinds it into the ground for good measure.