Buffy didn't want to do this. It wasn't that she didn't want to hurt Faith, because oh, she did. But she didn't want to keep listening to the same speeches, the same boring things over and over again about how she was really still good inside, how everyone was worried about her and wanted the old Buffy back. That got annoying after a while, definitely. She didn't think Faith would be the big-mouthed type, but she couldn't be sure. If she got too long-winded, though, Buffy would decapitate her or something, no problem.
She'd killed a man earlier that day, which was why she'd had to postpone this little meeting until so late. She still had some blood smeared on the front of her jeans, after the man's carotid artery had been slashed open by her knife, but it wasn't too much of a bother. She'd changed her shirt, which had taken most of the splatter, and she'd washed off her arms, hands, and face. It was good enough for her, and to be honest, she liked a little blood left on her. Or a lot, but what kind of impression would that make? Now really.
Stepping leisurely up to the door of the warehouse and strolling inside, she kept the same knife she'd used before at her side as she caught sight of Faith and immediately grinned. "Well hey there!" she greeted cheerfully.