No, no heads. At least none but the two attached to the pair of them. Faolan shrugs slightly at the question, uncertain where to ask the other man to begin himself. It's not like he knows exactly what's going on. All he knows is that Sirius' picture was on those wanted posters and suddenly a lot of the other man's erratic behavior is starting to make a lot more sense.

"Where would you like?" he replies. "I'm not going to lie to you and say that it doesn't look a little suspicious, all things considered. But I want to hear your side of the story. What were those posters all about?"