"Yeah, it does." Faith watched as the doctor sat down, while she herself moved to lean against the nearest wall. Her shoulders hunched a little, suddenly glad for the distance between them. It made her feel better.
She bristled a little at mention of her 'thinking' they were responsible-they were. She knew they were. It was her life, after all. But at the question, she gave a shrug. "I'm easy to please. Cigarettes and beer, a pizza or cheeseburger, and I'm good." She hadn't ever needed anything or anyone before, so why start now? She liked music and other things too, but she wasn't going to go into that.
"Honestly.....bein' outside more. Which my doctor is handlin', so I'm good with that."