Faolan raises an eyebrow at the guy, at the outstretched hand towards him, before he decides that well, he's given his number out to strangers before, at least this one has helped him escape a tricky situation on top of that. He reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulls out a card, placing it in the outstretched hand. It's a simple white business card, with black letters printed on it. Just his name (Faolan O'Neill), and his telephone number. He'd thought about putting the fact that he's a PI on it, but it's better not to have it when giving it out -- should someone be caught with it, better not raise too many questions.

"That has my mobile on it," he says. "No carrier pigeons, I'm afraid."