Faolan's eyebrows had furrowed on hearing Aurel's comment. He leaned forward a little over the wheel and squinted a bit harder, but still couldn't quite see what he was talking about. There were some undefined shapes on the side of the road, nothing moving that he could identify. Nonetheless, he trusted Aurel's vision over his own and let his foot off the gas a little. Though the bus could not move very quickly, it could still achieve a good 45 miles per hour on the highway, and the Irishman did not want to miss whatever they were pointing out.

The alarm in Lucien's voice was what caused him to break, more than anything. There was no hesitation and slowly the bus ground to a halt on the side of the road. As they got closer, Faolan did take note of something moving and the splotch did look to be person-shaped. Once he'd opened the door for Lucien to step out, he reached for his glasses and put them on. Everything clarified, and he looked over his shoulder and out the window to see what was happening. Now, he could see the small figure walking along several yards behind them. He still couldn't make out much from here, but the person did look very small, child-sized, in fact. Normally, he would not want Lucien to investigate this alone as he had heard of some desperate scams to pull unwitting drivers from their vehicles, but he also did not want to leave Aurel alone on the bus. Lucien could not be harmed, and he was smart and weary, so Faolan trusted him not to put himself in danger.

The girl, who had not noticed the bus stop, nor had she reacted when the man walked out to the side of the road, had been staring at the ground as she slowly forced herself to move forward. She was limping, and her arms swung limp like the leaves a willow at her sides. Her hair and clothing were coated with dirt and oil, and her skin was a bright almost fiery red. Her breathing was labored and shallow, her eyes were dry and itchy and sunken. She wore a simple dress, almost tattered, and a backpack that looked nearly empty. There was a scarf wrapped around her head, and oily curls of orange hair exploded out from beneath it. She looked like the walking dead.

She only reacted once the wind had carried the sound of his call to her ears. Startled, she immediately stopped in her tracks and looked up at the man with wide, scared green eyes. He was clean and tall, with dark hair and strange, but kind eyes, but she felt as though her heart had stopped. She'd heard the words and knew that she understood them, he was speaking English, but none of it had registered. She rose her arm slightly, as much as she could, as if to shield herself. Her lips parted, but her throat was so dry and her lips were so cracked...she couldn't speak, and she didn't know what she would say if she could.

[color=a36209]"It's a what?"[/color] Faolan said, his voice slightly raised as uneasiness settled on him. He didn't like this...He stood and exited the bus as well, standing next to Aurel and sniffing the air, glancing about. He could sense no other people around, and the uneasiness in his gut was not coming from their surroundings, but from the girl herself. He sharpened his gaze on her and Lucien but kept his distance for now, knowing that he would only serve to complicate things if he joined his lover before her.