"Don't be sorry, explain better." Rico sneers, deliberately missing the point. "Looks like the neurons in your brain aren't firing at all."

Rico cares about being the best, so, so much. And it rankles like nothing else when he's not. His gaze flickers over Carolina, cataloging everything about her that he can identify. Her height, her positioning, her attitude. That can't just be it, she has to be hiding something. And unwilling to share her secret.

"What makes you better than me? How are you doing what I can't?" It's a question more directed at himself as he mutters angrily under his breath, still staring her down and trying to figure it out.