“I like Jaz better.” Faith gave a shrug. “Jasmine sounds too wussy for you.” Her eyes scanned their surroundings for a moment. She felt almost like she was being watched, and she didn’t like it. But she returned her attention to Jaz. “You up for some grub?” Now that she wasn’t quite so pissed off, Faith was actually really hungry. “I’m in the mood for pizza, or burgers.” She really hoped that Jaz was a ‘real’ eater, and not some chick who ate grass and picked the cheese off of her pizza.