Faolan almost smiled, [color=a36209]"If you knocked him out, you did it right." [/color]then glanced once more at the wreckage he had wrought over the room, and nodded to his companion. It was time to go. Now that his brain had settled out of its wave of violence and malice, he realized that he may face some heat from the ship's officers for this fight. Regardless of who had started it, the evidence of Faolan's wound had disappeared, despite the blood on his shirt. They would most likely assume it did not belong to him, especially if they got a look at the state of the Englishmen. The theft was easily denied, now that Lucien had his possession back. All things considered, if they were smart, they would make it look like Faolan came here and attacked them unprovoked.

It wasn't that he regretted what he did, in fact, he had been glad for the opportunity to let out some energy having been trapped here for a week, but he knew this would not be the end of it for him. 

He nodded to Lucien and headed for the door, the sounds of groaning following them as they made their way up the hall. Faolan wiped his nose again, a little blood had trickled out and smeared his upper lip, residual damage from the silver.

[color=a36209]"Just so you know,"[/color] he said, [color=a36209]"The law'll come for us sooner rather than later. Maybe even tonight."[/color] He wanted Lucien to be prepared in the face of the inevitable, Faolan doubted he had been in trouble before.