Oh, good, he does talk pretty much the way he looks like he should.

"Not really owed." Faith herself has got a special New England way of butchering the language, but hopefully Athos will be able to navigate the gist of things.

Her boots give a soft squeak as Faith pushes against the metal of her stool to swivel toward her new friend. After releasing his grasp, she shrugs out of her jacket and twists to haphazardly drape it on the small back behind her. She might as well get comfortable.

"But I'm not about to say no, either," she says. Faith smirks, and then nods. "Jameson's -- a double."