[Faith waits for her to come inside, eyes tracking her as she walks in, maybe taking a moment or two to make an assessment of her backside too as she passes by before shutting the door and following her into the living area of her apartment.]

No? Could have fooled me with that cool confidence.

[She waggles her brows, perhaps catching on to the fact that Caitlin's a little nervous but is trying to push it down.]

Wanna drink? I've got beer? Or... whiskey, I think. No wine though, I'm not classy enough for that.