As it so happens, Ravirn just so happens to be coming back from that lunch place- with leftover bag in hand. Also as it happens, his route is taking him towards an area where...there are lots of noises. And running people.

Huh.

Ravirn promptly threads his way closer, eyes wide behind his sunglasses as he catches sight of what is definitely some high-level magic. He's still not used to sorcerers acting out in the open here, and that is some serious power the - woman? - is wielding. All that damage, chaos, and seriously. Wow.

So, of course, his first impulse is to wait until she starts casting again- and then to start whistling, throwing his own magic behind it as he tries to tweak the spell. More for the sake of seeing if he can, as opposed to any real attempt to temper the damage, but, hey.

If anyone asks that's clearly what he was trying to do.