Faith was sitting in the control room where Garcia usually hung out. But unlike Faith, Garcia needed to take regular breaks for sleep and food. So it had become Faith's second home outside of her office. She stared at all the security cameras for hours as she drank on and off and chain smoked. She was tired. She hadn't slept in ... how many days now? She wasn't sure. She only ate because her stomach grew angry when she didn't.
There was nothing she could do. She felt helpless and hopeless as she watched the monitors, every once in awhile bringing the bottle to her lips. She couldn't do anything to save Vera or Colleen or Kennedy or anybody else who had been taken. All she could do was sit here and be perfectly useless. All she could do was watch as Vera was eaten right in front of the entire prison. Useless. Shannon was right. It was bullshit.
Suddenly there was the flapping of wings somewhere in the distance and Faith's hair was blown around for a minute as she quickly shoved the bottle of whiskey into the desk.
She looked up to see Castiel standing there. She really shouldn't be so jumpy. It wasn't a good sign but she quickly tried to compose herself. Castiel was something of a friend, if anyone could actually be friends with an angel. He had protected the prison many times though so she trusted him.
"What's up?" She did her best to sound alert and ready to jump into action at any second.