The willowy fae in front of her veers off to the side and Mab's gaze sweeps in the same direction settling on a man in a police uniform. Which could be interesting considering the fae during the hunt tend to look like a motley biker gang. Although really what kind of gang member was she in slacks and a suit jacket? The one in front of her at least seems to be in leather. She frowns a little. Does that officer feel like seelie magic?

The officer isn't paying much mind to the fae high on the hunt which is dangerous, instead he seems focused on her. Perhaps he can feel the difference in power. Her cohort is already sliding his sword out of it's sheath, like an idiot. A police officer would have a gun. She kind of hopes the bullets aren't lead. A little iron would teach this idiot a lesson. The sword comes out looking to bystanders like a lead pipe and with a manic grin the fae swings it up for a killing strike.

Mab flicks her fingers cooling the air around them with such speed a fog starts coalescing at their feet, sliding out and up to make it harder for others to see what is happening. How are they supposed to garner support if the young and foolish go haring off trying to hunt police officers? Once she is close enough his magic feels... off. Like he's seelie adjacent. Not actually seelie. Hmm. She considered intervening but Mab was kind of a 'throw the kid in the water and see if they swim' person. In the middle of the lake. She was admittedly curious about the police officer. It wouldn't hurt to see how he handled things.