[Long description: Redmond backs the Reverend into the lamppost. She scarcely resists.
Redmond: Why are you doing this.
Redmond: Don't play coy.
Redmond loops both hands into the Reverend's lapels, and yanks her closer.
Redmond: Why are you doing this to me? Do you like this? Do you like watching me fall down on my hands and knees and beg for mercy?
The Reverend gently touches her arm.
Jesse: Ms. Faraday, no--
Redmond: Shut up!
Redmond weakly bows her head after her outburst, still clutching the Reverend's lapels.
Why do I feel like this...
The Reverend places a hand on her shoulder. Redmond begins to tear up, becoming very small in her arms.
Jesse: Ms. Faraday...
Redmond: Why are you making me feel like this?
The Reverend just cradles her bloodied hand.
Jesse: You're hurt.
She leans in and supports Redmond with a hand on her back.
Jesse: May I...? Can you walk alright?
Redmond just nods, in her drunken stupor, allowing the Reverend to attend to her. ]
Part 2 of two little strips about a(n unfortunately) typical interaction between these two. Redmond isn't terribly fun to be around when she gets trashed, but at least she's honest.