Ander was still crouched at his perch when he absentmindedly pulled down his muffler and took out a thin grissini breadstick and was biting small pieces of it off at a time, sometimes leaving the breadstick in his mouth. 'Odd,' he thought as he looked around at the town and the fight below him, 'people really [i]don't[/i] look up normally.' On that note, he looked up for a second and then resumed watching the fight unfold beneath him.