...Sidon wouldn't have been able to fit under those desks even if he'd wanted to.

Normally, he would at least try, though. Because that was normally the type of person he was. But he wasn't exactly himself at the moment.

He gave a toothy smirk, flicked his toothpick off to the corner of the room, and was just going to snicker at any of those squares who were presumately going to duck and cover.

He was a tough guy. He was a Shark. He wasn't afraid of no atomic bomb.