Faith tried not to look as pissed as she felt. She'd offered help, beer, a bed for the night, but now he'd decided to split. Well that was fine. She'd been good enough to screw before, but not now? His loss and the story of her life.
"Yeah. Sure. Let yourself out and be careful you don't get eaten by something on your way back. Leave your number on that table by the door and I'll call you when I have anything."
She picked up another beer and reached to switch the TV on. Let him know he was officially dismissed.