"That they are," Faith agreed with a smirk. Whether she was agreeing with the statement about men or cigarettes was left unclear as she took another drag.
"I will give these up eventually," she commented wryly. "Just need to be less stressed to do it."
She was quiet for a moment, wondering just how to explain what had happened in a nutshell.
"For the most part there's been the usual stuff. A clown blowing people up, other threats come and go, you know how it is. But lately there's just been the division building up. Between the 'natives'," she smirked bitterly at that word. "And everyone else. It's weird, what I want to do is protect my people, the people of this city," she gestured vaguely around with the hand holding the cigarette, the smoke wafting in several directions. "The way I was Chosen to do, the way I've always done. But I keep getting told it's not the right way, that it's not my problem. And while others faff around and wait for some solution to present itself more people are dying."
She paused a moment, inhaling on the cigarette and collecting her thoughts. "And in the meantime there's this vamp gang who have the power to make all the Slayers human again and I can't see a damn way to stop it. At a time when everyone seems to be questioning a Slayer's worth anyway..." she held up the half empty bottle of whiskey.
"It leads to drinking on a park bench at midnight or whatever it is now."