Faolan tightens his finger on the trigger. The voice from behind him unnerves him. No, it would seem that it's not a reflection. Although it starts to get him wondering, is he looking at the right one? In an instant he has another gun drawn and pointed in the direction of the other, although the first is still aimed at Mab herself. At least, what he would assume to be her.

"That would depend on what you plan yourself," he barks out. "I suggest you leave this place. I cannot dictate what you say or do from there, but I can't you continue on this way. Not if you're going to keep on and go after people that have called me here to help them."