"It happens." Faith said, not meaning to blow Sol off but it was just her way of saying that she understood. There was nothing worse on a slayer than getting your ass kicked. And getting your ass kicked so bad that you needed to be flown to a different planet? Faith couldn't even begin to think about that.
She folded her arms over her chest defensively when Sol seemed to read her thoughts. Faith really hated it when she did that and Solvei had been absent in her life for so long now that she realized she would have to readjust.
"It's cool." She said, definitively as she took another drink. "And I dunno about the whole pimp thing. I got a Bentley in the drive and a bunch of naked girls. Dude, you gotta see this apartment I woke up in. It's a penthouse suite." Faith frowned at her own tone of voice. She sounded almost....excited. It was no secret that she liked the finer things in life, it was also no secret that she could never actually afford them.
"I dunno. I'll get back to you on that one." She shrugged and gave Sol a look. "There's worse things to be than a pimp, right?"