Faolan merely grunted at the young man's thanks as he made his way back toward the edge of the deck. He was of few words, which his new would-be companion seemed determined to challenge. He had been in similar situations with people before; when he "saved" them or intervened just to make himself more comfortable, they usually started with thanks and offers of various kindnesses. Usually they backed off when the realized that Faolan was not much for company, but this one had apparently not gotten the hint.

He reached the edge of the ship with the Frenchman still in tow, and stared out across the city streets, unconsciously trying to memorize them. He was sure it was the last time he would see them, and while he wasn't especially aware of caring. Being the type of man, the sort of traveler he was, he didn't really feel sentimental as each brief 'home' was just a stepping stone. If he kept up the way he was going, no home, no attachments, his whole life would be a stepping stone.

[color=a36209]"Mm."[/color] He felt himself nod in agreement, [color=a36209]"About 15 days, week and a half if we're lucky...month if we're not."[/color] He cringed inwardly as memories of last night's...activities filtered into his mind. Running, sweat, the taste of blood in his mouth, the smell of death and dirt, earth and bark under his fingernails...

There was a pause again as he looked out over the city, the roar of the ship's horn barely registering in his mind. [color=a36209]"Lucien, huh? Sounds as fancy as you look."[/color] He was considering the young man's offer without really considering it. Maybe it was being on the water instead of the earth, or maybe it was the rush of adrenaline from last night, but he was having a hard time focusing on refusing, as he normally would. Maybe it would be so bad after all, having someone to watch out for.

[color=a36209]"Faolan."[/color] He heard himself saying as his eyes scanned the horizon.