[ He isn't angsting - he's simply thinking. Which... Yes, might look a little serious, from the outside. Because it is, on the inside. But pensive is not brooding, no matter how distractedly he's petting the phantom Pounce that this world's version of the Fade has so graciously allowed him to think into being, as the cat swats idly at Isabela's length of string.

It's not until Isabela speaks that Anders snaps out of it, blinking away that last guilty thought - before fixing her with a flagrantly puzzled look. ] Um. What?

[ Near as he can recall, the last thing he blew up was a cluster of giant spiders patrolling the Coast. (Or was it qunari? Impossible to remember every fireball.) ]

...This place isn't getting to your head, is it? Usually your non sequiturs are a little more comprehensible.