Lucien glanced up at Faolan as he spoke, eyebrows raised slightly, but then his expression neutralized as he realized what he was trying to do here. He didn't interrupt, glancing from Faolan to the Ringleader as he spoke. To see Faolan acting this way.. had he seen something strange in there? It only made him more worried, considering what he had overheard. Even though Faolan had nodded toward the exit, there was a part of Lucien that didn't want to leave. He felt it wrong.. but he also knew that if Faolan had seen something, they wouldn't be able to talk about it here. 

[color=burlywood]"We'll most certainly return to see it tomorrow."[/color] He said, before turning around and catching up with Faolan, though not before he heard the Ringleader mutter something under his breath. 

[b]"Typisch Irisch"[/b] 

At this, Lucien scowled, not an expression he wore often. He threw the Ringleader a sharp glare, though it was missed by the man as he was now walking away from the tent in the opposite direction. He wanted nothing more than to bite back with a remark, but he held back, and tried to focus at the task at hand. When they were far enough away to break the sight of the carnie watching that tent, Lucien slipped off to the side, behind a different tent that was slightly out of sight of the public eye. 

[color=burlywood]"What did you see?"[/color] He asked, anger now diminished back into worry. [color=burlywood]"Whoever was in there was being reprimanded for giving a bad performance.. There were.. threats involved.."[/color] He shot a glance in the direction of that tent, even though it was out of sight now. That.. bad feeling in his stomach hadn't gone away, and it unsettled him.