"Ah," Faolan says, making a soft noise of recognition. He might not attend the school, but he's been a hunter for a long time not to have heard of the Institute. A lot of cogs start shifting into place. "I know of the place. Never been myself, but I know of it."

And he knows what that makes her then, too. And what that makes her capable of. Eventually, if perhaps not now. He lowers his voice slightly as he continues, raising his coffee to take another sip. "That means you'd know, of course, if that man were lying or not. About a presence in this shop." He raises an eyebrow at her questioningly, although he hasn't outright asked. It's her choice of course whether he wants to tell the truth. But he's become pretty good at reading people, over the years. He's had to, with the line of work he's in.