[ Over the course of his life, Claude's developed a pretty keen sense for when he's being watched. He pauses in his reading the manual over for what feels like the fiftieth time, eyes flicking up to scan the sidewalk while he keeps his head bowed so as not to tip whoever's got their eyes on him off that he's noticed. For a moment he doesn't catch sight of anyone, but then he sees the flash of white on the roof.

Huh. Some kind of weird monk? Whoever they are, they're not being especially subtle, so Claude doesn't feel too bad about responding in kind. ]

Are you planning on staring at me from up there all night? I know, I'm fascinating, but I have it on good authority my looks are the least interesting thing about me.