The red-haired man is still watching, having slipped between buildings like a fox to always keep a good view. One might imagine that, had he the chance, he'd have brought some popcorn.

And as the capsule is punctured, his blood-crusted face breaks into a wide rictus grin. And - there's a little twitch in his face, and then another, and he starts laughing, and slides back, and drops from the side of the building, vanishing into an alleyway.