There is, in fact, someone else in the forest with Faith. There has been someone in the forest — getting to know Trench, still, visiting a new place every day, aside from a brief jaunt earlier in the month — and tonight, far too late in the day for wisdom, someone has been sitting on a tree branch very Patiently for hours.

(If anyone had seen him and asked, he would have answered, with the utmost serenity, that he was on a snipe hunt; did this hypothetical person wish to join him?)

Instead, his attention has been drawn by someone else's hunt — and Snacc, apparently. Huh. He could have sworn John's notes suggest that Consuming Beast Blood Is A Bad Idea, Mmmkay, emphatically — and yet, here is someone he could have also sworn he'd seen in John's study, doing exactly that, without a clear research outline or objective observer —

He moves closer, then, until — still standing on a tree branch, and apparently forgetting that there's no way she's ever seen him dressed up in this ridiculous full-body-coverage leather suit (in mismatched-blacks with brown accents, perfect for blending into the shadows), with its fine boots and gloves, and its fine full-head mask that can't decide if it's meant to signify an owl or a plague doctor or both, but at least it's brown and has mirrored goggle lenses as its eyes so nobody looking at him can see that there's nothing to see here, folks, move along — he's close enough to comfortably call out to her.

"I say! You seem to have missed a spot, there — no, no, just there, yes, that's it. Splendid."