Faolan makes a face as if to say, 'well, alright then,' and looks down at the crossbow in his hands. It really is rather nice, although it'll stick out like a sore thumb, carrying it around like this in the middle of the city. He supposes it's lucky that he brought a bag.

"Not every day a stranger hands you a crossbow on the street," he says, a bit sardonically, before turning back to her with an almost crook of a smile. "Don't suppose you're about to shove any bolts at me too? Or am I in charge of finding those myself." He supposes that he can. There's bound to be any number of people around Hillingdon house especially that would be willing to make him some, for a price. Which again begs the question...

"Should I ask why you're just giving such a thing away?"