Faolan shakes his head. He honestly doesn't know. He wasn't expecting to run into a witch of all people out here on the streets. It does give him a few more options of operation, that's for certain. Before he'd run into this guy, he'd had no bullets, and being just a regular human, his game plan had pretty much been: 'run and don't die'. Now at least, there was the fog and apparently some sort of barrier? Faolan isn't going to pretend to understand it, since he doesn't.

"I don't know," he says, voicing his thoughts. "He wasn't who I was after. He was the extra surprise. You must know how vampires and werewolves hate each other -- truth is, this guy probably hates him more than anyone. To be collared into doing his dirty work like this." Faolan runs a hand through his hair. "Out of bullets, out of options, I was kind of just aiming to get away and regroup, really."