Detective Mike had a good deadpan, and Chicky was already smiling when he went on to ask whether Killmonger was some kind of modern— no. No! Oh damn, he wasn't putting on a straight face, that was just his face.
It was only the glint of the shield at his belt that kept the tickle of a laugh from bursting out of Chicky. (He was a cop, you shouldn't laugh at cops. And also probably shouldn't fall into conversations about angels and movies with them, buuuut—) It did nothing to stop the grin from spreading wider. "Nah, I mean Black Panther, you know, the superhero movie? Wakanda forever?" She raised her fists in front of her chest and crossed them at the wrist in the Wakanda salute.