Judas knew Faith's reasons, but he wasn't ready to admit the fact that he'd been checking up on her that night. It was soft, and he wasn't willing to admit yet that there was such a side to him. Maybe with Faith, maybe, but not with anyone else, even if Sam was being helpful. "Perhaps," he allowed, with a nod. "I have not spoken to her since then, no. It seemed unwise." Didn't people need their space when they were angry? He'd heard that somewhere, or maybe Van Helsing or Mary had, it was sometimes hard to tell. "Are you saying I should?" He didn't want to make things worse, and it felt like approaching her right now would do that. Still, he could be wrong, especially about these things. He would defer to Sam's closer experience, at least in part.