[Looking down at the floor, she internally panics at that reassurance. Was she supposed to be mindful of the hardwood (whatever that is) this whole time?? But no, he says don't worry about it, so she relaxes.

She drops the dead banshee down on the ground, wiping the beast blood off of her leather gloves. Nasty. She'll probably need to do her nightly checkup for corruption soon.]

Eh, I can stomach a lot. [It's one of her childish brags, like the way she boasted to the Mayor (why do her thoughts always drift to him around this guy) about jumping off a waterfall that everyone else was too scared shitless to give a chance. But then again It's not pleasant to cut open a living person either, so it's not like she's wrong.]

It was haunting the graveyard in Darcmouth, screaming at the dead so hard they'd raise, either as ghosts or zombies or... you know, skeletons. Me and a friend of mine swung by to kill the bitch again. [It was a bit more of a trial than Faith is making it out to be, but she's not lying. It's pretty clear what her weapon was, based on the rifle holstered on her back.] Lots of deafening screams. Probably should have brought earmuffs.