Immediately Lillian is rankled by the threat, the memories of what happened to her and the other fae still fresh in her mind. She always had a harder time keeping her emotions in check compared to other fae, usually having no issue in letting her feelings known. As a result the unhappy scowl and the indignant furrow of her brow is as clear as day.

But... She doesn't want anyone else to find out she's here. Most especially a witch from the Daybreak faction who might report back her presence here- If he wasn't going to do the same.

Grudgingly she takes the seat next to him, the bag placed behind her to keep it out of sight.

"Wrene Hillond. They're a college student who resides at Redbridge." And a shapeshifter for one of the minor packs who fell in line with the East End faction. It took a bit of digging and bribing to find that tidbit out but hopefully he'll provide that one piece of the puzzle she thinks will confirm a theory of hers. "A friend of theirs was a victim of a fatal mugging gone wrong. Supposedly."