Siren's Pull

So. What's the strongest drink this city's got, anyhow?

[Faith puts her mug on the table as she talks, appropriately emptied of liquid.]

I mean, magic city like this? Gotta figure you for having some pretty strong drinks. Maybe something that could put me under the table. [Or a certain archangel she knows.]

Anyone wanna hit me with their best shot? Bet I could take it.

 [Faith's changed - ignore the lack of icons, please- and trying not to look pissed about it; still, too many people doing that already.

She tries to act like her casual self instead, leaning against the wall of her apartment - still lean physique showing off the curves of her muscles more readily than her old body had. Not that she's noticed or anything.

Still, her voice is a little dry when she asks her question, running a hand through the far too short hair..]

Anyone know what a guy can do for fun around here?

[The feed clicks on; a rather confused looking Faith on the other end of it, head tilted as she tries to figure out the strange communicator she's been saddled with. Her head snaps back quickly enough when she realizes she's on screen, though; and she tries to cover it up. Head leaned back, head halfcocked as she presses against the wall.

She’s new to this place – and but already less than happy about it.]

Alright. You caught my attention. Wanna tell me what I’m doing here? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, the only thing anyone’s gonna get from me is their asses whipped. 

[She stares at the “book” in her hand – or whatever the hell it really is. Displaying pictures like that; talking. Videos?] Whatever this is, she doesn’t’ trust it; and she isn’t taking it.]