Illyana and Aurel were in the bus with the pair as well, they usually all spent time together here when they weren't sleeping or working. Besides this, Illyana wanted to be close when it came to decisions about their next destination. She knew that she had little say as they did not have a direction at this point, but she wanted to be the first to hear about it when a decision was made. 

She had hoped to follow her family directly West instead of heading South first, but Lucien and Faolan had explained that it was extremely unlikely that they would find her family on the road. It was better to seek help in pinpointing their actual final location and meeting with them there. The United States were a big place, and she had already seen more of it in these months than she had in her entire life. She knew they were right, and she had been distracted enough with reading, talking with Aurel, projects around the bus, learning to cook over an open flame with Faolan, learning knew memory games with Lucien and all of their other activities as well that she hadn't been constantly thinking about the end goal. It was nice, not to worry for once. 

Right now, Illyana was reading a book about physical science as the two men were talking. She had already read the chapter that she was open to, but she was listening in on Faolan and Lucien's conversation while she did so.

Faolan's eyes widened a bit at the mention of Father Cyril and memories of all those years ago in New Orleans came rushing back to him. Wow, Lucien was right...he had changed since then, and for the better. But his eyes narrowed again when Lucien mentioned the voodoo quarter and their crackpot "psychics". He had warned Lucien, even back then, that most of them were fakes, and that the real ones were dangerous. Now more than ever, he did not want to seek what they needed there...

He glanced over at Illyana, reading silently, then looked back to Lucien and shrugged. Even he had to admit that it was their best bet.

[color=a36209]"No, no, you're right."[/color] He admitted, though his voice took on that growling quality that meant he was frustrated. [color=a36209]"And it would be nice to see Father Cyril again...."[/color] he sighed heavily, and with the hand closer to the steering wheel he reached out and gently brushed Lucien's knee with his fingertips. [color=a36209]"But, if we do go there, we need to be extra careful, alright?"[/color] He looked the man in the eyes when he asked this. He wanted Lucien's promise that his curiosity would not get the better of him and that he would stay on track. They needed a psychic for one reason, to help Illyana, and nothing else.