Food was done, just what he was waiting for. He finished his coffee, got up and stepped closer to the BBQ, wondering what piece of human garbage cost the Briton a good chunk of his body. "This smells great, what's free?" he asked, pointing toward the grill. "And please tell me there's a lot of it." He made himself a burger and sat back down, observing the small figures in the sky, enjoying the food. It was nice of Crowstep to make some high-powered rounds for others, in case something had to be erased from this world again and there wasn't a pile of explosives handily available. Once again he had to chuckle at the thought of using the Somali's own explosives against themselves.