Cathy followed Faith's lead, knocking back the shot after the Slayer's glass met her own. The tell-tale grimace appeared on her face before she had the chance to control it, a sure sign that she was not accustomed to consuming such hard liquor. Being the lightweight that she was, Cathy usually preferred a mixed beverage, something at which she could work over the course of a meal. Taking straight shots of bourbon, it was safe to say, was not a common occurrence.
Still, she complied, holding out her glass obligingly when Faith indicated the still-filled bottle. "It's nice," she answered truthfully. "It's not home--my apartment, I mean--but everyone's been really good to me. And that helps, you know?"