Fay follows Lyall's gaze, and manages to catch a glimpse of the thing before it dives for the plant. And inexplicably bounces to his feet and over to the plant - some kind of ratty evergreen that doubles as the lost graveyard for cigarette butts. He follows the rustling with his eye and then plunges his hand in after it. He might not have heightened reflexes just yet, but never underestimate the speed and grace of a man who knows at least ten ways of hanging upside down from a pole.

His hand closes around something soft, and very carefully he extracts it once more, rearranging his fingers so that he's holding on to a large tuft of that hair. He turns and is about to return to Lyall when it happens again. A momentary feeling of being so very empty, and the world reverberating with a thudding heartbeat, and he... remembers. Strange things, confusing things. He looks a bit pale as he returns with the little fuzzball and holds it out to Lyall for inspection. "Here."