Faolan looks down at the crossbow that she's shoved against his chest, then back at the girl herself. Honestly a little uncertain of what exactly is going on here. But he raises his hands to brace it anyway -- because otherwise he's just standing there with a weapon shoved against him, honestly. It's good quality, he has to admit. He appreciates that it's not set and loaded and about to go off in his face either.

Faolan raises his eyebrows higher at her. "And what's this now?" he asks. Trying to keep his words and his tone as carefully neutral as he can, not knowing how much of a trigger she's got. But she's obviously pissed off at something or someone, and if she had the one weapon, who's to say that she might not have more? Better be safe than sorry, especially with a job that he's supposed to be on later that night.