A cool breeze stirrs behind Faolan and a moment later someone sits down next to him, smelling of fresh snow on a cold day. Mab sets her hands in her lap after depositing a small flat paper bag down on the bench on the other side of her, her hands settle on top of a small clutch that holds a few small items such as the phone she still really doesn't know how to use and some of her business cards, and the duck flaps away as though frightened. She tended to join the hunt at night and so she had some time to let the excitement of the hunt sieve away.

The young man next to her looked like he was just about at his wits end. The park is rather busy today, though they seem to be set apart from most of the activities currently engaging a number of mortals among the trees and lakes. "Perhaps caffine was not your best option today?" She asked him mildly.