As soon as Faith realized it was them she slipped out from the shadows, making her presence known.
"Hey."
The greeting was simple, there was really no need for small talk. She was dressed for a fight; dark, form-fitting clothes that allowed her to conceal many types of weapons. Various knives strapped to her body, a couple of guns and several stakes. And a brightly colored Super Soaker Water pistol. Her grin was dark as she pumped it a couple of times and held it ready, the Holy Water ready to burn the demons.
She glanced from one brother to the next, no trace of humor in her expression.