On the one hand Faith was adapting to the idea of being a leader and organizing a team. She spend much of her days looking at the maps and working out who best to send where and with who. It was adult and it was responsible. And dear god sometimes she missed just going out for a fight. Not a patrol, not making sure the city was safe, just going out and finding trouble.
Something she suspected the other Slayer would understand.
She flashed a grin at Nikki, jumping off the couch she was lounging on.
"Ready and raring to go," she offered a faintly quizzical smile. "You smoke?"