Reno's eyebrows rose and he barely had enough time to jump up onto the bunk he'd just been sitting on. He could still feel the breeze ever so slightly against his ankles from the sheer force and speed of Squalo's kick.

The prison jumpsuit really did nothing to accentuate his calves. A shame, really.

For a moment, he just stared at Squalo, slumped halfway on the floor, with stunned awe. Then Reno began to laugh -- no, fully cackle with glee.

"Okay, okay," he conceded, waving his hands with a huge grin. "Don't hafta stand up -- man, that's clever as fuck, I can't even be mad, yo!"