Just like that, she's seated across from him again, and eating cake. Faolan pulls his coffee closer to him, clutching it tight for a few moments before taking a big swig. He's got a feeling that he's going to need another, although he's wishing he had a little something extra to be putting in it as well.

"Faolan," he answers, eyeing her warily. Siobhan, that's an Irish name. Is the girl Irish? Faolan himself is, hailed from a little town outside of Belfast, although he hasn't been back there in oh, nearly ten years now. Although the accent's still stuck. Out of stubbornness more than anything else, no doubt.