"Relaxing kills. I can dig that." Sometimes she found herself wondering what normal people thought, hearing them talk like this. Neither of them sounded any better than that psycho she'd left back in New York. It wasn't really funny, but Nikki found herself laughing underneath her breath.
She fell in step easily beside Faith as they headed in the pointed direction. "So we got two slayers suckin' on these," Nikki gestured to their cigarettes as she flicked some ash to the side. "I got a kid, you been to the cooler, other one's doing a 'sucker. The other ones this fucked up?" Even having a son, Slayers with lives was still a slightly out-there concept for Nikki to grasp. Reading the old Watcher diaries would've sucked the optimism right out of anyone.