Something is usually a fairly troubling report, if it was something enough to warrant mentioning at all. He eyes the top of the wall for a moment, then, with a blue crackle of energy gathered around the ornament at his forehead, he springs lightly up to the top of it. A little better view from up there, and he gets to peering in earnest. It'd help if he knew where to be peering, though, and he shoots a glance back at her long enough to toss her an invitational nod.
oh god i totally just switched us from action to prose, SORRY, I CAN GO EITHER WAY I PROMISE