Faith can't sleep and once again finds herself in the library. She's not sure what it is about this place that draws her to it, maybe the memories of her time in Sunnydale, before it all went to shit. It's freaky how this library is so identical to the old, as if the explosion never happened, as if all those people never died. But the still lingering pain in her ribs, now taped up and starting to heal, along with the fading bruises and remaining grief said otherwise
She wanders around slightly, trailing a hand over the books and wondering if she'll ever get around to reading them before her Slayer senses tell her there is someone else in there.
She turns, her eyes scanning the darkness before she spies Jack. She hesitates. Things between them weren't exactly left ideally and now there's Peter, who even though nothing's happened, part of her hopes it will and maybe Jack wouldn't be the best person to be around. But the man is clearly grieving for Rose here in the dark.
She clears her throat and walks slowly over to him.
"Hey." she keeps it simple to see how he'll react.