"In my line of work, I'm not talking about you, I mean the Slayer gig, Slayers don't live very long. Death becomes a competitor. When we go out there every night we fight to win. In my everyday life, I fight to live. That gets so ingrained that you just don't let things beat you. As much as I would like to crawl in a hole, it wouldn't help." She gave Tony a slight smile.
"Here," she said palm patting her chest, "is broken. I've only really cared about three people in my life, my best friend Angel, Finn, and ... . It doesn't matter, you don't know him and probably never will. "A Giles is here, he's not my G-man but we're all pretty happy to have him in our lives. Sometimes you just have to make due," she took a few sips of beer. It was a comfortable silence of two friends who understood each other.
"I will need time off, not now but on opening night for Peter Pan. I hope you will come. I'm Wendy Darling. I get free tickets. I hope you'll come. Winking she finished her beer, then held it up for the server to refill it.