[ Faith’s body language is tense and suspicious. There’s something strange about the dark haired man, something slightly off key, but she can’t quite put her finger on what it is. Maybe he is a cop, and maybe he’s just humouring her before he slaps a pair of handcuffs on her wrists and hauls her fugitive ass back to jail.
Setting her half-drunk beer on the bar, she leans forward, resting her elbows on the slightly damp countertop. The temptation to just turn around and leave the bar without a second thought is almost unbearable, but she’s downright curious and she’s not going to let herself leave without getting a few answers first. ]
If you're not a cop, then what are you? [ Her brows fuse together in thought. ] You a PI, or are you just some kind of wannabe superhero? [ she asks casually, trying not to seem too interested.
One thing you should know about Faith is that has many talents; unfortunately acting is not one of them. ]