There wasn't any point in arguing with her, she didn't see it like Buffy did. She probably never would, their minds were never going to really look at things the same way. Not truly, they were too different. She wasn't use to having to someone listening to what she said, and then make decisions. She made the decisions, it was how she worked now.
Her eyes narrowed slightly when she said she was going to want something. Even if it wasn't much, that made her cautious. She leaned back against the counter, hands grasping onto the edge. "What exactly do you want?" because other than once of the best trained slayers out there, she didn't have much to offer. She was who she was, she didn't have a lot to give out at the moment. She was stretched pretty thin. She couldn't promise much, she couldn't even promise to trust Faith.
She couldn't, not fully. There was too much there, and too much happening right now for her to feel that trust with the other slayer at the moment, though she could do her best.