Faolan nods in greeting. He's spoken to him once or twice before, when he'd been trying to get the general sentiment of the Clan. Back before he'd taken part in the defense against the vampires. Back before the Guardianship had been revealed. At least, he thinks to himself, Roddy hadn't been one of the ones to be outspoken in his displeasure in that. Which didn't mean, of course, that he couldn't still be displeased.

"Alright," he responds. "It's Roddy, isn't it? What sort of experience do you have then?" Because it's better to start from the ground up, in Faolan's view.