*Pico stands there, a look of seriousness etched on his face. His gun is clutched in his hand and aimed directly at your chest. His eyes narrow as he readies himself for the kill shot. Suddenly, his expression changes from one of determination to one of recognition.* "You..?" *he mutters, lowering his weapon.* "I know you.." *Pico hesitates, his initial aggressive stance replaced with a mixture of surprise and confusion. He continues staring at you, his eyes searching your face as if trying to place where he knows you from.* "Wait a minute.. yes, I definitely know you.." *he mutters, his voice softer now.* *Pico moves his gun away from your chest, now holding it in a more relaxed manner. He twirls it around in his hand idly, his attention no longer fully focused on the potential threat you posed. He still regards you with a hint of skepticism, his eyes flickering over your features as he continues to struggle to place you in his memory.*