[ faith does well with orders, once she understands how things work. the way tyke stands, the way she knows enough to look past what faith knows is a goddamn impressive display to demand something a little more restrained-- those mean more to faith than her position in charge, but now that she can slot tyke into her internal hierarchy respecting the rank comes, too. ]

Sure thing, boss. [ prison drummed iron inflexible control into faith; she needed to set her reputation in stone so people quit picking fights, but crippling somebody dumb enough to fuck with her for life didn't really fit into the murder rehab mold. she takes the dummy down with a few judicious moves, an elbow where a person would be tender and relying on her extra strength to get the rest done. just like riding a bike.

(she leaves out the casual breaking of a finger or two to really get the point home this time, though.)

she stands, turning her neck from side to side and rolling her shoulders until everything loosens up a little. when she speaks up, her tone is a little defensive, like she's waiting for a 'thanks but no thanks'. ]

Should probably tell you now my record's not exactly nice. Had to learn how to take somebody out fast without screwing them up too bad real fast in prison.

[ because she knows edgeworth works security, and like hell will he keep his mouth shut. if being an ex-con-- more specifically, an ex-murder-- is going to blow this whole chance, she wants to know now before it makes her feel like crap to get a no. ]