Kit is more or less immune to sour scowls, given the company he chooses to keep. And at any rate, he owes Fíadh... something.

He turns up like a bad penny, cigarette tucked into the corner of his mouth, and finds a bit of available space by the forge to warm his hands before the fires. Fíadh is easy enough to pick out from the bunch, based on Ben's description of her, and he waits a moment until he's (reasonably) sure he's caught her eye.

"Evening," he says, carefully walking that line between 'friendly enough' and 'mind your own business' like a pro.