[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] Road In Front Of Kitchen House -> Kitchen House
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Truthfully, Faith didn't want pancakes, with nuts or chocolate chips or otherwise. She didn't want to sit here enjoying breakfast, pretending everything was all right when it clearly wasn't. She didn't want to forget that a fricken' circus was setting up shop outside, two of their numbers were gone, and NO ONE WAS TALKING ABOUT IT OPENLY! She could scream. She wanted to, but she held it in.

She looked over to Ben as they made their way to the kitchen house. He oozed creepiness. Which was saying something considering all she had seen thus far. Before she knew it, Ben was at Andromeda, grasping her cheek. Faith sprung into action, [color=F49AC2]"Hey!"[/color] She was nearly on him before he dropped his hand. Andromeda appeared all right. Faith eased up, still eyeing the man. He spoke as if he cured her of her nut allergy and maybe he did? It wasn't the strangest thing to assume, was it?

Still, Faith was uneasy about him. If Gil was okay with him though, then was it all bad. [color=F49AC2]"Just who the heck are you? And what the hell is going on?"[/color] The last question was directed to Gil, or anyone else for that matter. She didn't wake up today high, did she? Didn't drink the Kool-Aid? She wanted answers and she wanted them to be answered today. Time loop be damned.