Faramir waits in the shadows, narrowing his eyes at what is happening. He frowns, because of all the reactions he anticipated and silently prepared for, this comes not even remotely close. So for a moment nothing happens as he ponders his next move. The anger in the creature's voice makes him extremely wary - the fact that it's not acting upon him bewilders him.

But he is being called out here and despite all the guerilla warfare that is his specialty, there is no way he can ignore that and just aim at a vulnerable spot like a coward.

"You were not invited." Bow still in hand he leaves his hideout, moving slowly but signaling that he is ready to do just that - talk. It was his decision to expose himself with nothing more but a warning shot after all and he has to own up to that now.

"Who are you?" He could have said what, but the words civilized intrigue him. And kind of trigger his good manners.