"Man, he's a charmer already, just four years old. I shouldn'tve thought he'd group up any different," she said as she slipped a thin wallet out of her back pocket. After a moment she pointed to the other girls in the picture. "I can see you and Kennedy, but the rest... all Slayers?" Seemed like it, but given the variety of people they housed at the Hyperion, Nikki felt she could never be sure.
"I'd heard of Sunnydale, not too much though. Cleveland was closer, 'bout an eight hour drive so we didn't have to deal with too much of that kinda shit, but I wanted to see it. Feel what it was like to be over a Hellmouth. Even without having one Manhattan had enough, but still..." Nikki shrugged slightly. "That sounds like a real fight. You'll have to tell me about it one day. Hell, my son ever decides to come see his mama, I'll make him tell me."