"Faye, not that I'm concerned about being typical," she replies, eyes bright and glancing carefully over Bolin with renewed interest when he mentions sport fighting. So he's that kind of guy, not necessarily the brightest, but certainly capable of handling himself. Muscle that she might be able to convince into running along beside her. Might. Maybe.

If nothing else, he's probably trustworthy by the simple virtue of having been so open with her up through now. Relaxing her gaze slightly, Faye crosses an arm over her chest, letting her free hand rest momentarily by her lips in consideration.

"You looking for another job?" Faye asks, weighing the options. "Maybe in a few weeks, after I bag this bounty head."