Faolan trusted Lucien to take care of things like this without violence. Unfortunately, this was typically Faolan's first thought. It was in his strengths, after all. He was relieved to see that the barrier trick worked, and a small smile flashed across his face as the men ran to deal with it.

He waited a moment, until he was sure they were completely occupied, then moved forward. He had thought for a moment that it would be best to get into the trailer, drive it over and pick Lucien and the boy up, but decided against it. A large, rumbling tub like that would pull much more attention than two and a half figures, even if they were being followed by a bunch of slithering reptiles. He motioned for Lucien to follow, and began to sprint across the grounds towards the trailer. At their position, they would reach the back side opposite the door. 

Faolan was a much faster runner that Lucien, and though the Frenchman could fly, it would be too noticeable in this situation. He knew he did not have to tell him that. He could feel that he was pulling ahead a bit, but was okay with this. He did want to make sure the coast was clear before they made it to the door.

It was a good thing too, because as they drew closer, Faolan smelled a foreign presence in the area. He slowed slightly, pinpointing the location as near the door of the trailer. Even at this distance, he could smell more sweat and alcohol, and hear heavy breathing and the sound of small metal pieces scraping against each other. He slowed as he approached, and motioned for Lucien to do the same.

As they reached the back of the trailer, he held a finger to his lips to signify silence, then a palm towards Lucien to indicate that he should wait here. When Lucien nodded in agreement, Faolan slowly began to sneak his way around the trailer.

On the hunt, he was completely silent. His ears and nose were tingling with sensation as he tiptoed around the back side of the vehicle. He peeked around the corner and saw a man at their door, trying to jimmy the lock. Faolan would have rolled his eyes if he hadn't been so focused on the task at hand. There was no way around this, he would have to deal with it his way.

He sneaked up along the side of the trailer, not that he needed to. He was only four or five feet away when the man noticed him. He turned, slowly, drunkenly, and Faolan had enough time to close the distance.

A quiet "He-" was all that managed to escape the man's lips before Faolan's fist found his face. His nose crunched in and his eyes closed. For a moment, the man was woozy, but Faolan had hit him in the right spot to knock him out. The Irishman grabbed the man by the shoulders and let him down gently, so as not to make any more noise, then slid him away from the trailer door to make room as blood trickled slowly from both nostrils.

He retrieved the keys from his pocket and knocked on the side of the trailer twice, signalling Lucien that the coast was clear. He unlocked the door and held it open as the two made their way towards him.