Her head bobs around in what mostly ends up being a nod -- Faith doesn't usually do luck, but hey. Out of criminal estrogen prison and into the fire sounds just fine to her.

"Yeah, noticed the wicked frou-frou, figured there'd be decent chow." And yet the way she's reaching for more popcorn might indicate her preferences loud and clear. "Ship's got a weird way of showing the love."

She looks around now, eyes darting purposefully along each wall to clock any exits and count heads. Faith stops chewing after a moment, as she realizes that there don't actually seem to be any exits.