Ford could do little more than continue staring as Fisk rolled away. He glanced at the other man by his side and shifted his legs slightly to try and get rid of a sudden tightness in his pants. He was a little shell-shocked by it, still — mostly the sudden closeness, but maybe for the sake of appearances he could claim it was by the unexpected roof collapse.

He should probably say something, but he had no idea what. He coughed, a little awkwardly. "Uhm. Yeah," he said, not sure in the slightest what he intended to convey with this unimpressive collection of syllables. "Yeah, unexpected."