Selene had been puttering around in the kitchen when she heard two people coming toward the house. A quick glance out the window showed Faith, and Dante - who hadn't taken the hint that the smell of tobacco proceeded him by quite some distance - heading for the front door. One set of footsteps up on the porch; she opened the door when Faith knocked.
"Apparently." She shrugged and stepped back so Faith could come in. "The bar is over there. Help yourself if you're in the mood. What are we talking about? Or, more appropriately, what are you mad at me about now? You have a strong scent of anger following you like a cloud."