Auryn grins. "Well, you're a very communicative deer," he comments. "Also, the magic." He feels less uncertain about giving away his own status as a witch, now. "I can feel power around people." He draws power out of the air, asking for just a little, and creates a little light ball with it to hover in his hand. "When you're shifted you all but glow." He tosses it back away from himself to dissipate.

His smile fades a little. He can understand that, especially lately. And in general; he's used to being an outsider, someone people don't react well too. And especially lately, blown up into some sort of psychotic criminal when what happened was overtly unfair on the part of the police. It's only Detective Astor's influence that even made sure he was connected with a lawyer who could properly represent him. "I know that feeling. People can be cruel. Particularly if you threaten some idea they have."

"Fabrice," Auryn repeats, with a nod, taking that knowledge in. "It's a pleasure." He laughs. "I suppose there are. I was a little more worried about what you were running from." He tilts his head. "Coombs." He gestures toward the town. "As in --?"