Faith had gotten back into the habit of her own usual clothes: leather pants and jacket, tank top, boots. She had stakes tucked into both of her boots and inside the pockets of her jacket, and within the inside pocket itself was a knife she had picked up. She'd gone out dustin' vamps every night for the past several nights, and had begun sleeping during the day. When she had looked into the mirror before coming out, she had been a little weirded out to see how much she was starting to look like a vampire, but . . . well that was the price of being a Slayer.
At the moment, she was studying the shadows as she made her way to the meeting place with Clark. When she spotted him, one eyebrow arched. She hadn't realized he'd be dressed in such bright colors for patrolling-but it didn't matter so much. Buffy used to wear pinks and other light pastels.