Faolan watched Lucien go through the process of healing the girl, occasionally glancing around just due to his protective nature. He would never be too careful, not with such precious cargo. It was clear that this child was in awful shape, and Faolan knew before Lucien stated it that if not for them she would be dead. How she had managed to continue walking in this state was beyond him...and that eye. Of course, it was unsettling to see, but nothing that frightened him. It was something he had never seen before, and though his curiosity was piqued, he knew that none of them could talk about what was "strange" and what was "normal". What mattered now was getting this girl to safety and healthy again, nothing more. 

When Lucien spoke, the Irishman could sense the pain in his voice, so he laid a hand on the Nephilim's shoulder for reassurance but did not offer any opinions of his own. It was not the time.

Aurel's comment drew his attention and he did look down at the backpack the girl had left. Normally, he would scold the lad for suggesting that they go through someone's personal belongings without permission, but Faolan knew that this was not Aurel's intention. This was a dire circumstance, and the backpack looked nearly empty. If anything, it was possible that it could point them in the direction of finding out what was going on.

Faolan grunted before picking up the bag and turning so he could lay it on the counter opposite Lucien. He was frowning as he unzipped the pack, making his displeasure at this activity known to all without so much as a word. He peered inside and found it just as empty as it looked. He pulled out a canteen and shook it gently, empty. He opened it and sniffed, but it has held only water and nothing more. He set it on the counter gently and reached in again. Mostly he found old pieces of paper used to wrap morsels of food, but not much, maybe two meals worth. It was clear by her state that the girl had been out and about for longer than that. Next, he withdrew a small book which looked even more minuscule in his grasp. He looked at the spine and his eyes widened as he read the title. It was a "pocket encyclopedia" of animals and plants of the Northeastern United States. He hummed, and as he went to set the book down a slip of paper fell out of it. 

He was about to lean down to get it, but Aurel's reflexes had beaten him to it. Faolan turned back to the bag and withdrew a scrap of some material that smelled old but had the faint scent of flowers still embedded in it. Last, he took out a small pencil that was worn down to almost a nub and a tangled ball of string. There was nothing in the bag to indicate where the girl had come from aside from the book, so Faolan began replacing it all from where he had found it.