The distinction of the bombs means nothing to him, but he gives a nod and a grunt of understanding nonetheless. Bombs? Much easier to understand. Now he has better insight into how she handled the bear earlier.

Likewise ignorant of the Inquisition specific blood-lust the bears across Thedas appeared to experience, he agrees with keeping collateral damage to a minimum. The bear minimum, as it were. "Got one coming up on the left. Around that wagon." A wagon of heavy barrels, partially blocking the entrance. Most the people in this particular street have started pulling back to the sides, staring at the oncoming fury of the bear and the two running away from the animal in question. "Shall we?" He flashes her a grin, tight lipped and as eager to get into action beyond running as he probably shouldn't be.