You know how at Renn Faires and historical reenactment sites, you end up with people just watching craftspeople ply their trade. Angel seems to be doing that right now. Standing outside the smithy, staring in and watching River work, stock still and transfixed by the light on both her arms and in the forge itself.

(Which probably isn't all THAT odd, but the fact that he's failing to, like, blink or breathe as he does so might be.)