The former HYDRA asset is prowling up and down the main thoroughfare, looking restlessly for something to do. Anything. The noises coming from the building Angeal has chosen for his bakery catch his attention, just in time to get said dust right in the face.

He swipes at it once to clear his eyes, blinks a few times, then stares around inside.

It's... something to do. "Do you need help," he asks, ignoring the actual question Angael gave him.