Faolan glances up at her, stupidly. Perhaps it's because he's had a fair amount to drink already, but it honestly surprises him that she thinks he should be waiting for anyone at all. She obviously thinks he's got better chances than he does. "Lucky for you, there's no chance of that," he replies. "No one is coming for me."

"What about you?" he finds himself asking. "Who are you looking for, in a place like this?"