Faith nodded, following Peter into the first floor, not missing the slightly wary look from Xander. Later she'd find time to dwell on that, but right now she was on alert as she crept through the shadows, knife at the ready.
"I don't like this," she muttered to Peter after a while. She paused, looking at him with a slightly uncomfortable expression, trying to find some way to make the way she was feeling make sense to him, before deciding to just go for it.
"It's like, ok, look, my Slayer senses are not tingling right now. Something's not right."
She looked at him, hoping he wouldn't think she was crazy or something.