The stranger's fingers shake as he obeys, letting the tumbler out of the grip of his hands. Soon enough his fingers thread together in a parody of prayer, clenching tight enough that his knuckles go white.

His head turns to Faolan, and all the misery of a badly frightened human is in his wet eyes. The monsters aren't supposed to come out of the closet or grab one's ankle from under the bed in this businessman's world.

"No, I'm not all right. I saw the thing in the Park. In Greenwich. I was thought I could use some company and..."

He trails off there, swallowing thickly.

Outside the pub, the Nogitsune watches them keenly. Listening to them over the rest of the noise isn't difficult for one of his age. No one really bothers him beyond the occasional odd glance. Who's going to bother with a teenager dressed like him at this hour? For now, he lets the human babble on to the other. Neither seem special to him. All he intended to do was deliver a warning, let the word pass among the humans. It would likely filter to the werewolves after that.

Stay out of Greenwich.

"You have to stay out of Greenwich," the man says sharply to Faolan, eyes going empty with what could only be mind control. "The Beast has returned, and it isn't for any of us."