Sol could care less about her hos coming in and out of the room. It was kinda amusing to her actually but if Faith didn't want them in here she didn't really care. "It doesn't matter."
When Faith tossed her the menus though she looked them over. There was a pizza place that had pasta. That sounded kinda good. Fettuccine alfredo sounded like the ultimate comfort food right now. "Beer and pizza and I want some fettuccine." Maybe beer wouldn't be such a good idea?
Sol knew that Faith would either have them deliver food or send one of her hos to go get it. Either way she wasn't worried about money like she used to be. Both of them had gotten lucky that way in this world. That was at least something.