The fellow with the well-timed applause was Sleeping Tiger. he'd taken a few steps over to one side in order to get a better look at the immediate architecture. Knowing how he'd kill someone gave him clues as to how someone might kill him. Or them, rather, all those people standing around. just when he turned around, there it was, two idiots whispering in each other's mouths.
Clap, clap. Quickly. Then he covered his face with a hand. Finally, someone throwing some initiative around. That was a good omen. He turned abruptly on his heel and went back to doing something else entirely.