Faolan looks up and glances around, not having realized as much, no. Not until she'd pointed it out, certainly. Once she had, however, it's hard to miss. And even harder to think of how he might stop such a thing. Perhaps he should go home. Perhaps he has spent long enough disturbing the peace of the outdoors. But shut in the four walls of his flat, he feels like he really might kill something.

He doesn't miss her usage of the word 'humans' again. A curious choice of phrasing, as if she is putting herself outside of it. He's getting that vibe off of her, and though he can't put his finger on what she is, he at least understands that she is Other. What with the way she talks and acts, she can't not be. Something about the fact that she mentions the package brings his attention back on it, and he glances back at her, at the package in question, then back up again. Is he going to like what this is? Is he going to regret this question...

"Your find...?" he asks.