Faolan blinked at their surroundings. Whatever he had expected, it hadn't been this. Something was off, the view out the was is all wrong, and where did the noise from the people beyond go? The sounds of the city? He suddenly wished that he had his gun back with him. Maybe it wouldn't have helped but it certainly would have made him feel safer.

He turned wary eyes at the voice, everything about him tense and on-edge. Wouldn't it be just his luck that he had jumped right out of the frying pan and into the flame. Still, there was no point in trying to deny it. "I am," he replied. "Who are you?"