"...yeah." Faith slumps against the bar, suddenly weary, covering her face with her hands. "Fuck. Meg. I'm sorry. I just...Charlie, and the tired, and Nick's one of my best friends, and there's...I had dreams about somebody here dying that I happen to know weren't of the past, and I was afraid...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...your legs, I know they...I wouldn't, really...fuck." She laughs, softly. "Way to make friends and influence people, huh?"