Well, I can't exactly watch, can I?

[The corner of his lip twitches as he adjusts the perch of his shades on the bridge of his nose. His sense of humor is terrible; sorry, Grey.

Arching an eyebrow as he hears the crowd cheering and jeering, he takes in what's happening through sound, through the commentary.]

People like to talk here. They think that everyone is so taken by the fight no one is here to listen.

[So he's scouting for intel, really.]