Bela didn't even bother reaching for her gun, instead folding her arms over her chest. Unfortunately, she didn't cut quite the impressive figure she would have if not for her ankle.
"Did that look like a fucking game to you back there," Bela shot back irritably at Faith. "I said it was fun, not a bloody footie match. Protection or not-- I don't know what it is with you and your friends, but despite what you think I am not in this to see people end up like that." She jabbed her finger towards Peter. "I spent over half a century like that, so you'll excuse me for having some fucking sympathy."
Her lips pursed into the thinnest line possible before she spoke again. This was all her own fault, failing to realise that the vampire slayer could cause her problems in terms of gaining their trust. Even if Peter seemed willing enough to take her by her word, it was possible it wouldn't be enough if Faith decided to sniff around.
Her time in Hell was absolutely the last thing she wanted to talk about on a public side walk in the middle of the night, but if it was the one trump card she had to pull then she would use it.
For now though, "Why was I working for Lilah? Because there's a demon contract on my head which she told me she would get me out of. Lied, by the way, because I reckon that's what she does aside from torture. And you'll note the past tense? Because I can't go back there now." Bela levelled a her glare on Faith. "If you don't have any more questions it might be wise that we take your friend inside. He's likely worse off than the rest of us. And yes, by the way," she glanced over at Sarah. "Cracked ribs. Likely fractured ankle. And she wants to kill me for it."