The strong, silent type
Faith stepped out of the store, hyped with that post-slay rush. She'd hopped the clerk would help her with it, but he'd gone into shock.
Pity: he'd been kind of cute in his own way...
"Yo, what's a hot bit of ass like you doing here?" A voice to her right asked.
Reacting purely on instinct, Faith kicked out, sending a tall blond man to the ground with enough force to knock him out.
"Shit!" She swore, and then saw the startled looking man in a black trench coat, "Hey hansom." The man blinked, pointing at himself. "Strong, silent type huh? Just what I need..."