[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/eeTfZeBhTOA1O/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] Faith's Room
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith continued to stare at the ceiling, making imaginary shapes as time passed. It was more of a way for her to cool down and not be in the way than anything else. She knew if she had stayed there, she would have snapped. Most likely at Alicia. And who knows what would have transpired from there? She hated being called out like that in front of the others. Bart seemed at least somewhat understanding. 

Was she in the wrong though? This wasn't selfless (or not fully). She was worried about Evelina. The woman just vanished, the other Emendators are whispering in languages no one else can understand, and she's supposed to stand there and do nothing? Whatever. If that's how they wanted to play it, that is how she will play.

She finally sat up and grabbed the knife that Gil got her. She sharpened it some more. It had become a regular occurrence of hers to maintain her blade. While she did it, she practiced her accents. She felt she nailed the British accent, could still use some work on Southern and Midwestern. Her valley girl was on-point though, Nancy would (hopefully) be proud. See, she was trying!