Faolan wishes that the man would put that thing away. Can he put it away? "Did you bring the box it came in?" he asks, hoping that it will hint as much, but also the box could be useful to investigate as well. Maybe there are some traces on it that might not have lasted on the head itself.

He makes sure to keep his own eyes firmly locked on the other man rather than the object in tow. "I take it you don't have any suggestions as to where it might have come from yourself. Other than her identity. Which was...?" Faolan had been a private investigator, before this business with Hillingdon, after all. He's trying to pick up as much information as he can before the problem gets dumped in their laps, both figuratively and literally speaking.