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[Faith hangs back, a quarterstaff in hand, and a light smirk on her lips as she circles about her inmate; Barbara. It's become a regular thing for them - battling it out in the middle of the gym. If Barbara wins, she gets to see her file. if Faith wins, they try again another day. And in between the slashes, Faith has slowly started to learn more about her charge.
Today it's still early - she's perhaps a little sleepy; not entirely in her game; and there's a tenseness to her motions, as if she can feel that something is different today. Or as if she simply needs a large amount of coffee.]
Today it's still early - she's perhaps a little sleepy; not entirely in her game; and there's a tenseness to her motions, as if she can feel that something is different today. Or as if she simply needs a large amount of coffee.]
