“Right.” Kenjiro walks over, pickingnup the cuffs and twirling them on a finger as he said “ma’am, if you’d be so kind as to turn him around and hold his hands behind his back so I can cuff him, that would be swell. Remember, our jobs is to apprehend criminals and protect civilians, not smear them across five city blocks.” Although he said it like a joke, he was gently chastising Izumi for being unnecessarily rough, while making it casual, and nondirect, allowing her to save face.