I wouldn't want a camp of gentlemen and kind women, anyway. And I can throw back whatever they send my way, plus some more. [She could talk shit with the best of them and isn't one to shy away from witty banter. Faith looks a little uncertain on the matter of guns and helping with robberies though. It didn't really fit with her aims of redeeming herself. It was hard to avoid killing in this day and age, especially as a woman on her own when she needed to protect herself or others. Not all monsters were demons, after all. Still, what might she be signing herself up for throwing in with this lot?

The hand on her shoulder isn't shirked away despite that uncertainty lingering in her mind. Faith wonders just how much she's going to regret this, but she's drawn to the potential all the same. A place to belong.] I don't like killing people that don't deserve killing, I'll just say that right out. But I would help protect your group if it comes to that. [She's gotta draw the line somewhere to keep from descending to the darkness she'd let consume her once already.

Faith's smile turns devilish at the prospect of putting Dutch's 'boys' in their place. That is certainly something that appeals to her] I'm good with guns, sure. But if you really want me to take them down a peg, should have me challenge them to a fistfight. Don't worry, I won't bruise them up too bad.