Cathy claimed the foot of the bed when Faith settled down, nodding her understanding. "If I lived in the Hotel, it would feel differently, I'm sure. If only for the other people here as well," she told the other woman thoughtfully. "But I'm only here for a couple of days. Hopefully. Depending on what happens, or doesn't happen." Finally, she rose the glass to her lips, following the Slayer's lead and taking a small sip.
"Honestly, I'm not the best person to ask," Cathy told Faith with a laugh at the mention of gossip. She had been too distracted, caught up in her own business, to pay attention to the dealings of the other people around her. Perhaps it was self-centered, but a girl was entitled to that much every now and then. "I already told you about my news."
Relating to the fact that she was soon to be attempting cohabitation with a certain ex-C.E.O., of course. She was still trying to wrap her mind around the idea, though she was more than thrilled by the prospect.