[Wandering around the room a little, though still attentive to Sander's words, Falcon stepped carefully over fallen bookcases and broken shelves, loose pages from ruined books skitter around as his feet brush past.]
So, you stopped them?
[He passed some of the more in-tact bookshelves, glancing idly over some of the books before suddenly stopping, looking back over towards Sander, appearing a little confused.]