When it happens you personally have to feel equal enough to step right in, but humble enough and "good" enough to oblige (i)I don't know(i). 

     "That's a stellar point Mr. (i)what did you say your surname is(i)?" The man being spoken to wriggled one hand free of being cuffed and held that finger up one more time, always one more thing, one more point to be made.  "Mr. (i)Ricos(i) if you do not get that finger out of the airspace of my face, I will break it in half." The finger didn't back down.  The man in charge growled like a wolf and chomped the air.  A cop downed the arm back into the cuffs and locked them.  The man spit, but not on the man in charge.  "(i)Progress(i)," he said and indicated (i)next(i). 

     Next were a group of people needing a sounding board.  "But we can see you're a little busy at the moment." The man was shorter than most but looked his eyes down to see them all clearly.  "You think?" 

     A sigh.  "Oh, there they are," said a jaunty man who'd agreed to kept under guard in a toilet outbuilding overnight.

     A hand wave buzzed them away.  "Ah, Mr. Ellis.  I'd love for you to meet my wife." 

     "Señora, it is my pleasure."  Pressed for time in an anti-Vortex zone for that moment, the man and the woman gently locked arms and stood off by walking together past a woodstove.  "What am I a rump roast?" The husband joked seriously.  Photographers with flash bulbd and digi-guts said in unison, (i)Say cheese!!!!(i) and snapped the man's photograph for a new Global Passport project.  The pair made a horseshoe of a loop in returning.  The wife then spoke, saying only, "The pleasure was mine.  May you have a wonderful evening."

     "FOURTEEN FUCKING TIMES," 

     "YOU GOT TO SCREW YOUR WIFE FOURTEEN FUCKING TIMES??!" 

     "AND IF THAT WASN'T WRONGFUL ENOUGH LOOK AT WHAT THEY DID TO OUR ARMS," 

     "(i)Huh, Gentleman, we're doing a stage set here, would you mind not talking so godforsakenly loud." The louder of the two had drawn himself tall and still adjusting the pinhole sight, aftermath of a healthcheck.  The other sort of ran into the man from behind then peeked around. 

     "WHAT IS DAH MEANING OF THIS?" Mr. Ellis called over towards the gully from where the men had appeared.

     The man and the wife kept on walking.