Faith shook her head as she stared down at him, then grinned. “You are one sick guy, ya know that.” She threw another punch at his head, then stood and backed away. “I aint got time for this shit.” She studied her knuckles for a moment, frowning a little at how bloodied and rough they were, then absently shook her hand. Her own blood had mixed with his, but she didn’t really care all that much. “And I’m not giving it back to you, either.” She shot him a glare, lifting one booted foot to kick him in the ribs, hopefully doing even more damage to him.
On that note, she headed for the door for the third time, and pulled it open to step out. She wondered if she should tell someone about him, but then decided someone would find him eventually, so it didn’t really matter much.