"Mm," she hums before swallowing the next sip she's already taken and nods her agreement.

The lights aren't necessarily a draw, in her opinion, and gambling? "Yeah, never developed a habit for winning those things. Mostly cheap food and booze for me. Saw the door- er, the opportunity? Figured why not?"

The alcohol seems to be working, though, loosening up Faith's tongue enough to slip about the door. But hey, it's a good metaphor so she's not all that concerned about it. "You from England or something?"