"The thing about prison," Faith started thoughtfully. "Is once people find out that you're the chick who killed loads of people, went on the run and then confessed for no apparent reason, then everyone wants to build a rep by throwing down. Had a few assassination attempts, which I ended up deflecting a little too well, the other chick would end up in the hospital wing and I'd get a beating from the guards. It got repetitive. Though the time the First actually paid someone to try to off me in prison was a slight change of pace. I broke her nose." She paused, considering it. "Well, it was probably Caleb who paid her since I don't see the First as the cash carrying type. Being incorporeal and all."
She gave him a smirk and rolled her eyes. "Because of course death can never be undone in this town," she commented dryly. "And no thanks to possession either. To be made to watch while my body does all kinds of crap? Yeah, not for me."