Rowan sighed, squatting on the rooftop he'd been at for a while now, looking down below. "Eugh, I can't even see what's going on." He started to sculpt his box meant for Allen into a big brick, though on closer inspection, it seemed to be composed of little lead needles. The thing floated in midair as he worked, trying to give each one of the things a jagged edge and a slight curve, making them into harder to remove 'hooks'. He looked down, trying to discern who he'd needed to slam his mass of lead hooks into.