Faolan is used to people coming and going, doing as they please here in Hillingdon. He's used to people just waltzing in and dumping their kit on the tables as they please. What he isn't used to is said kit in fact consisting of a severed head. Not that it's the first one he's seen, but he'd like to have been a little more prepared than he finds himself here and now.

"What in god's name do you think you're doing with that thing?" he exclaims, leaping forward to try and deal with this problem as fast and efficiently as he can. Not that he can spare anyone who might have seen it already. But he can at least step between them and the offending object, and up to Eames himself as he tries to get a hold of the situation.