Faith reached into her pocket and pulled out her pack of Marlboro's with a smirk. "Figured I was just about the only one who did."
She grinned at the list, recognizing the items as close to her own. Stake, lighter, smokes, knife. And a small can of hairspray which she pulled out along with her lighter, spraying it over the flame briefly and laughing at the mini flame torch it created. "Sometimes you just gotta use what you can."
She offered a smile as she reached into her back pocket for her wallet, rummaging through the content. "I can't help with the coat, but I can help with this," she pulled out the photo she was looking for. About a week after the fall of Sunnydale, it was of her, Rona, Vi and Kennedy, celebrating their win again and surrounding a grinning Robin, recently released from the hospital after his injuries.
"Here," she handed it over. "It's yours if you want it."