"Then perhaps they assume too much of their quarry." A hand falls to his side and after a few seconds, seemingly unnoticed by their owner, his fingers begin to tap out a simple rhythm.

Dum-dum-dum-dum. Dum-dum-dum-dum. Dum-dum-dum-dum. Dum-dum-dum-dum.

When his attention snaps back to reality, the rhythm ceases as quickly as it began, "Regardless, I'm not going to sit here and wait for armageddon. How about you?"