Blacking out once was one thing, but again? In less than twenty-four hours? Damn, that just wasn't cool. She remembered pretty clearly she'd just been strolling along with that kid (or yeah, fine, strolling wasn't the right word, but walking while hoping no ugly scaly thing would jump out at them was kinda on the lengthy side) and then she was in her bed. Just like that.

Should've come with a snapping finger sound effect, really.

And then there'd been a nurse, and if Faith hadn't been told what she had last night, she might've thought a lot harder about clocking that woman with her bouncy curls. But she was a little better about hasty decisions these days.

Faith walked slowly across the courtyard. Hell of an upgrade from a prison yard, that was for sure. She wasn't gonna complain about getting some shiny park to hang around in. Not that she was much of a park person, but whatever. Wherever she'd gotten dumped, she was just glad that at least it wasn't some fiery demon pit 'cause God knew those were floating around out there somewhere.

Still left the problem of precisely where this was, but honestly? Scratching off uncomfortable surroundings was a big plus in her book. Didn't mean there wasn't something else hiding behind the Stepford-ness, but one thing at a time, right?

She frowned, idly kicking a rock without checking for where it was gonna fly towards until it'd already been, well. Kicked. She looked up.

"Oh, hey. I'm sorry, my bad, I wasn't—"