Whoa boy. That is the face of someone desperately unaware of anything beyond her perfectly brushed hair (does she count to 100?) or how condoms work.
So the ramble-lanche is totally obviously because what this girl knows of jail is maybe shivs and cigarettes. Faith gets the feeling it needs to stay that way.
"No worries, I just, uh..." So, what's a normal vanilla teenage girl gonna be able to connect with? "...Thought it was a costume party, what with the masks?" Yeah no that totally comes out smooth, nary a hitch nor stutter. Just hopefully this girl won't mind that Faith's mouth is still half-stuffed and the consonants? A little soft. 'Masks' might have come out a little more like mafkf than anything intelligible.
Her hand comes loose from the cuffs and if Anne hears the distinct pop of metal being forced apart, Faith hardly seems to notice. No magician trickery here, Faith's just going ahead and brute-forcing her right hand out of its metal confine.
For good measure, Faith offers the now-free appendage up for a shake, accompanied by a wry grin. No wolf here, tiny wide-eyed sheep. All's quiet on the western front, or ... something.
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So the ramble-lanche is totally obviously because what this girl knows of jail is maybe shivs and cigarettes. Faith gets the feeling it needs to stay that way.
"No worries, I just, uh..." So, what's a normal vanilla teenage girl gonna be able to connect with? "...Thought it was a costume party, what with the masks?" Yeah no that totally comes out smooth, nary a hitch nor stutter. Just hopefully this girl won't mind that Faith's mouth is still half-stuffed and the consonants? A little soft. 'Masks' might have come out a little more like mafkf than anything intelligible.
Her hand comes loose from the cuffs and if Anne hears the distinct pop of metal being forced apart, Faith hardly seems to notice. No magician trickery here, Faith's just going ahead and brute-forcing her right hand out of its metal confine.
For good measure, Faith offers the now-free appendage up for a shake, accompanied by a wry grin. No wolf here, tiny wide-eyed sheep. All's quiet on the western front, or ... something.