Faith was up on a roof, fingers playing with an unlit cigarette. She was wondering about her first class, feeling completely overwhelmed about the perspective of giving knowledge of her own to someone else. Several someone elses. She wasn't a quitter though, so she was also already preparing what was she going to say and how she was going to say it -even if she knew she was going to go with the flow and do it her way when it came to it-. She was focused on that, but not focused enough to miss the boy that had just reached her roof -she wasn't even sure on which room she was, since she had done some roof hopping herself-.

"...Boy, what the hell are you wearing?"