Excuse the frizzy-haired young woman who seems to make herself very comfortable at that food queue. Sure, she's wearing a jumpsuit and maybe those slivery bracelets are actually handcuffs, but she's nearly grinning and clearly can't be bothered.

Faith had snatched a plain black mask to cover her eyes before making a beeline to start filling up a plate. Please ignore the way her stomach grumbles, considering she hasn't had real food in about a year, now. Sure this is all slightly more fancy than she prefers, but that saying about beggars is kind of true. It takes awhile for her to fully take in the state of guss around her but if it makes her anxious she does quite a lot to hide it.

"Sorry, guess I didn't get the memo." The words come out awkward, mostly because she's trying to figure out if this is a dream (how the hell does her brain know what a cruise ship looks like if she's never been on one?) or some sort of occult plot to take her out finally (she's loathe to find out what kind of big bad set all this up).