Michael had stayed in his seat when the other table fellow had gone toward the altercation. He had looked up and sized up the situation in a somewhat similar fashion, and was considering moving toward the exit to head the brigand off when someone else started a fight...probably not the greatest of ideas, and it was at that point where Michael leaned back in his seat and took a bite of his sandwich, carefully watching the fun. Then someone got stabbed and the whole place became hell.

Well then.

Michael guessed that this meant lunch break wouldn't be ending any time soon. He picked his book back up and resumed reading it, though he kept an eye on the other survivors. At least his corner was relatively devoid of dead bodies...it would be more comfortable without the supheric air though.