In all honesty Faith was grateful when Cathy didn't push it or ask any questions. She just wasn't up to answering them right now.
"To tomorrow," she echoed the toast, holding her glass up to Cathy's with a slight smirk. Downing the shot she relished in the burn of the alcohol going down her throat. It always took her a little while but she loved this feeling, the slow relaxing after a patrol, physically of not mentally.