A Slayer's metabolism was faster than a normal person's for good reason - for situations just like this. Her body burned off the chemical pretty quickly, but it wasn't fast enough to save her. It was maybe a mere ten, fifteen minutes after she had been chained down that her head jerked as she woke up, eyes opening slowly. Faith blinked to clear her vision, and focused first on Dean, then Ruby. It took a second longer for her to see the knife in Dean's hand, and she eyed it warily as she struggled to sit up. Realizing something was restraining her, she turned her head and cursed inwardly when she spotted the chains. Ropes would have been easy; she could have gotten out of them within seconds. But chains took longer. Sure, they could be bent or broken eventually, it would just take time.
"The fuck's going on here?" She asked as chocolate eyes shifted back to the two, full of confusion. "Dean? Ruby? What the hell are ya doing?" If they thought she was afraid, they were wrong. Too much had happened for her to be scared of a little torture, if that's what they were planning...which, from the way she was chained and the items she spotted sitting on a table nearby, it seemed that this was the case.
"If you know what's good for you, you're gonna let me go right fucking now." She jerked her arms sharply, rattling the chains, though in reality it was to test their slack and just how strong they might be.