Faolan glances up from the paperwork spread out on the table in front of him at the girl who's addressing him. He doesn't recognize her -- someone he hasn't managed to get a chance to speak to yet. Better late than never he supposes. He realizes that her words are less of a question than a statement but he answers with a nod anyway, leaning back in his chair.

"For better or worse, I am," he says. "It's Faolan," he introduces himself, casual and relaxed here in one of the places he feels most at home. "I'm sorry, I don't know that I've caught your name around yet."