Faylyn sat on the deck of the ferry, her back against her bike waiting for the ferry to move. She could hear Alistair's group as they made it out of the cabs and were walking towards the large boat and she slightly smiled, knowing it wouldn't seem that she was following them if she had made it to the ferry first. She heard their bustling feet as they made it up the ramp, though was facing away and couldn't see them. She heard the sigh a few seconds later, "You have got to be kidding me" She laughed slightly, his anger at her almost comical. She stood up and turned, looking at him, "I thought I recognized your voice" She said smiling, she leaned her hands against her bike, "Hi Nigel" He looked at her slightly alarmed, "Oh hi...I'm just going to go this way" He said, pointed as he moved away. She stepped away from her bike, nearing Alistair, keeping her words between the two of them, "what is your problem with me?"  "Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that you're a heartless murderer" She narrowed her eyes, "What have I done to you? A murderer? Who do you think I am? I would be in prison...you have no idea what you're talking about"  "No, you wouldn't be. Because you and your kind never stay in one place long. And it's not what you've done to me, it's what you've done to others."  "My kind!!? Are you racist? Besides, I'm not a gypsy and I haven't done anything to anyone." Alistair leaned in close to her and pointed his finger against her chest and whispered, "You're a bleeding werewolf and you know it. Meeting you here, not a coincidence. There is only one reason you'd be heading this way"  "I have family here. Sod off"  "Oh sure, a lady of your calibre, without a hint of a Scottish accent, has a family that live just about as far north, and in and extremely remote location as you can get in the United Kingdom"  "My calibre" she whispered as he said it, rolling her eyes. She continued, "And who said I was going to a remote location. But I can see you are; you're not Scottish, yet you're here. What's that about then?"  "You're going to a relatively small island north of the mainland. This whole place is remote. And no, I'm not Scottish, but I have business here. Judging by your bags, you're looking to make a...permanent..home."  "And? So I have family here and I need a new start. There are islands everywhere here as it seems you do not know. I mean, you're just some petty werewolf hunter. Walking on your high horse, accusing everyone of being a werewolf, thinking you know everything. Maybe you should look at your own group before you judge." She walked away and expected to hear a reply, though she heard none as she walked farther away and sat against her bike once more.