Faolan glances up at the other woman as she approaches and holds out a hand to greet him. (Literally up, at only 5'6", she towers over him, especially in those heels of hers.) Glancing warily at the hand held out to him, Faolan accepts it in turn. A member of the Redbright Institute, their groups have something of an alliance at the moment, and he should really play nice, even if he's feeling a bit on edge, firstly because of the thought of having to confront this medium and now thanks to this new woman reminding him of his own less than impressive stature.

"It's nice to meet you," he replies, which is as polite as he can be, in the circumstances, shaking her hand before retracting his own. "I can't say that I am, though, no. I suppose you could say that I've been assigned here." His position as a Guardian in the Night Council is no secret at this point, even though it makes him wary to admit to it at certain times.