Francis looked from the weak constable to the newcomer. He hadn't been in town long, from what Francis remembered hearing. He had been worried when there were more law people coming in, but so far it hadn't been any trouble. He stared hard, studying the man's face. Slowly an easy smile appeared. Perhaps, if they needed information, he'd get some money out of it.

"Well, nice to finally meet you, sergeant. You've been working hard, I hear." He slowly leaned to the wall as he slid to his feet and stretched his arms. He scratched at the back of his head and then leaned against the wall. "Well, to what do I owe this visit. Was something about information?" He looked back to Elijah before settling his eyes on Alasdair.