Nikki grinned. At one point it'd been all about the image, but she was enough of an addict by this point that the ability to press the lit end into a vamp's face was just an extra benefit to the nicotine she got grumpy without. "I started before I got called. It'd be a bitch if we didn't heal up like we do, let me tell you," she laughed.
Sometimes she forgot these slayers knew her boy, and even remembering that, she wasn't expecting what Faith pulled out of her wallet. She didn't actually recognise the man in the center as Robin at first, because he was a dead ringer for his father.
Nikki took the picture from Faith carefully. "Damn, the surprises don't never end, do they? Looks like his dad. Tall... handsome too." She shook her head with a small smile that conveyed the parental pride that was coming through more and more in this place as she kept hearing stories about what her son was doing for the mission.
"Well, that's four. Don't think the fifth one's replaceable, but damn, this..." she trailed off before glancing back up at the other slayer, still smiling. "Thanks, Faith. You're more'n halfway decent, y'know?"