Faolan straightens as he hears the man approaching, addressing him, his heart skittering ahead a few more beats again despite his best efforts to keep it under control. He's pretty sure that he's lost the thing by this point, but only a fool would be certain, and Faolan certainly tries to be intelligent about these things. There's far too much adrenaline pumping through him, spurring him on despite the pain of the bruises and cuts that he's sporting, for him not to jump at the sudden presence of the man. The man and...his dog?

Faolan casts a wayward glance at the man, at the dog, at the street around them -- as though searching for some sort of danger that might come up upon them at any moment now -- then back at the man again. To say that he's fine would be a lie and he's fairly willing to bet that the other man would recognize such as well. He has something about him that Faolan can't quite put his finger on. Ah, well, he'll figure it out in a moment.

"Did you see it?" he asks. Eyes slightly wild, everything about him tense and on edge, the survival mode still in high gear. "He was following me. I tried to lose the thing but I don't know... Did you see anything?" He leans over again for a moment, feeling vaguely nauseous. He'd been knocked around a fair amount, and then run a fair distance before figuring he was safe enough to take a breath. Only now that he's stopped is all of it starting to catch up with him.