"Faith," Puck repeated, glad to hear that they hadn't known each other well before this. That meant she couldn't be the crazy ex. "Hey, that's a nice name."
Sparing one last look at Sam, who seemed to be having trouble with his brain-machine, Puck put his hand at the small of Faith's back and led her away from the fooseball table. "Would you do me a favor and keep me company for awhile? Sam's losing real bad and, as his good friend, I wanna spare his ego and stop playing while he's only five points behind."