Ever since Jaz, and then Judas, had disappeared, Faith had felt somewhat at a loss in Ridgeway, and had started becoming more of a loner. Again. She was pissed that they were gone, because she'd actually started to care about them. Jaz had become a close friend, and Judas...Judas was something else entirely.
She pushed aside thoughts of them as she stepped out of her cabin and lit a cigarette. She took a drag and glanced around, frowning slightly at all the snow. One of the things she hated about Boston had been the snow, and the fact that it had never stayed white. Growing up, she had believed that it actually fell from the sky as gray, black, or (ew) yellow flakes. This snow, though, was actually white - but she still didn't like it.
When she heard the voice, the tall brunette woman turned, exhaling some smoke, and gave him a nod even as her chocolate gaze studied him. "You Dean?"