A quick little mental nudge at the man running the ring toss game and he fell over onto the multitude of fish bowls. He didn't get up, either. Just sort of laid there, across them, shattering a few, fish gasping for air on the grass.
But the ones he was laying on? That's what Saerian wanted to see. He watched the fish carefully, holding the man there. Concentrating on that.
He nodded with his head toward the spectacle, arching an eyebrow at the red head. "Let's see if it's just a finger."
He flicked his now-finished cigarette away from him and crossed his arms, waiting.