Miller flinches back at the blow, covering the spot with his own hand. "Dick," he complains, but there's no heat behind it even as he knocks his shoulder into Kovacs as hard as he can with zero leverage from the side. He's distinctly aware that the man could have killed him if he wanted to, and his shove is akin to a Bulbasaur blowing leafs onto a Charizard. It isn't very effective...

"Maybe I can help. I am a detective, remember?" Like, an actual one??? "What are the facts of the case so far?"