Faolan could take a hint. He threw a glance behind him at the flunkies wading through the crowd, trying to get a reading on him, knowing he disappeared in there somewhere and that he couldn't have gone far, not yet. So Faolan made another split-second decision and stepped forward, examining the door, before pushing, pressing, squeezing himself through the crack as well. It was harder for him to do himself, since he was certainly larger than a fox. But he was still a small man and this was one of the times where rather than cursing the fates for that fact, he was grateful for it, as he slipped through the space and completely out of view of his pursuers, and beyond to where the fox had led.