Faolan raises his eyebrows at this woman's customer service skills. They leave something to be desired, of course. He moves to take a step forward, then thinks better of it. He doesn't know that this is really a conversation that he should be inserting himself in. Not when it might come to blows between these two women.

He lingers closer to the exchange, wondering if he should intervene before it comes to that. Not that it's any of his business, he supposes, but he is a Guardian. It makes him feel more responsible for the affairs of others than he might otherwise do.