Faith looked up with a smirk before she offered Buffy the bottle of whiskey.
"Nice stake."
She watched some of the last dust blow away in the wind, her lips pursed with a faintly bitter twist.
"You ever wonder what the point to all this is?" She turned her head to look at her sister Slayer. "I mean, half the time people barely accept that we were actually more experienced when it comes to the demons of this world. I thought our friends did at least, but I guess I was wrong."
Now she'd started, Faith was drunkenly on a roll.
"And then, these bad guys come to our world. Our freaking world B. And they come in and they kill our people and then we get told that we're not allowed to make the decision about what to do with them. They whine that it's not right or against their morals or whatever when it's our damn city and our damn people getting killed."
She ran a hand through her hair, agitated.
"You ever feel like some kinda god damn second class citizen in our own home?"