Faith stepped out too, lighting one of her own cigarettes and shedding the persona of responsible leader and going straight to Slayer.
"I missed mine," she smirked in reference to the Cruciamentum. "Was kinda busy being in a coma at the time." Eight months sleeping, and she'd missed her damn 18th birthday, which kinda sucked.
She took a long breath of the night air, the last rays of sun starting to fade, a slow grin crossing her face.
"Blood ritual to open the Seal and we walked in there," and how to simplify the story. "Well, then we kinda threw the mystical equivalent of a bomb in there. Blew the whole thing up and destroyed it for good."