Faith had honestly been surprised when Sam had said he wanted to go out for food. She'd been expecting to be asked over to his place, possibly with sandwiches, since that and popcorn was about the limit of their combined cooking abilities. But he'd asked her actually out and Faith wasn't going to complain. And with Madra being looked after at the Hyperion, her attention was completely on Sam.
And they still needed to talk, and Faith was kind of hoping the fact that they were in public would limit any yelling Sam might potentially do. She was never entirely sure what might make him yell these days, which was both confusing and annoying.
At his question she stopped stirring at the ice in her soda glass and glanced over to him, a half smile on her face. "It's been a long few days," she admitted before she thought more and felt the need to expand on that. "Long year actually, but the last few days were really not fun. Didn't really know what was even going on which was pretty hard to deal with." The fact that Lindsey had deliberately left her out of the loop stung with as much betrayal as his helping Eve. It was painful to know that when it had really mattered, he had trusted strangers and a psycho over people he had known a long time, over her. Sooner or later that would probably need to be talked about too, but right now her priority was Sam.