Faolan frowns slightly as he glances aside at the other man, listening to his explanation. "Run into her a few times," he repeats, echoing the other man's words, and the thought that she might have been in and around the other man's home neighborhood troubles him further.

"How did you first meet her?" he asks. "How does she know you?" There has to be some reason that she's taken to him. Did he help her in some way? Did he give her the wrong idea, as he'd managed to do with several young women already during their acquaintance? Or maybe just being handsome, polite, and helpful as he is, she developed some sort of infatuation on her own. Faolan tries to keep himself from frowning further.