Rico lets out a slight grunt of surprise as his arm is dragged up and sideways, the cold metal cuff cutting into his wrist. With a scowl, he yanks back hard, not minding how much it hurts him too.

"Kidding yourself," he rasps back harshly in a manner that basically sounds like an invective. It's the most he can muster - his throat feels scratchy. "What the drokk happened?"

He gives the handcuff a furious shake. It jangles cheerfully back.

"Explain this," he hisses.