Rico always has a good reason for threatening someone. And if he doesn't, he makes one up on the report. It's almost standard practice for the Justice Department, really. But whatever restraint Rico's been showing up to this point - and he has, he well and truly has - goes flying out of the window the second he sees a tiny, miniature paper helmet and realises what he's doing.

Objectively, there's a similarity in the posture there, but the finger up the nose is the last straw. With an outright snarl forming on his lips, he snatches the little figure up from the ground and crushes it in his gloved fist. He tosses the remains to the side and advances on Kubo, the slope of his shoulders promising a ten-fold retribution, his daystick held in a white-knuckled grip.

"You think you're real funny, don't you?"

If anyone were to intervene, now would be a good time before kneecaps are smashed.