Faolan laughs, surprising himself a little with the sound of it. He supposes these past few months have been rougher than he's even giving himself credit for. "I'll keep that in mind," he says. "Who knows. Maybe that really is the key to our success."

He shakes his head, sobering slightly. "Really, I'd like to appeal to as many as I can. I'm not asking them to hold hands and sing songs. But letting each other know when something's come up? If there's trouble to look out for? Knowing what each others' strengths are, if there's someone who's got an expertise and would be good backup on a job?" He shrugs. "From what I know about Hillingdon and the people in it, we're mostly all loners. And that's not a good quality to have, for a faction like this."