"So I'm supposed to be dead. Again. That's...creepy." She felt a shiver tickle down her back. Because honestly, she wasn't a cat with nine lives. She had gotten lucky too often. Angel hadn't gotten that lucky. It seemed unfair, even for an unfair world. She settled her focus back down to earth, confirming Faith's assumption. "Glory...yea." Her lips folded open wordlessly, looking to Spike. Eyes averting him, though speaking to him, she said softly, "You were right there. Pushed down, I...think. It's a little blurry...You almost..." She met his eyes for a solitary moment and quickly looked away childishly. She was fnding his presence the most eerie to withstand because he'd been the only one to also be in her previous reality. None of the 'befores' of that reality seemed to hold any weight in the here and now. It was a different world. Different rules. A different brand of soulful Spike.
Clearing her throat, she held up her head. "I assume she's dead? Glory?" Faith seemed to nod, and that satisfied Buffy. "Punched me in the face that time too." She almost let her lips give way to a sly smile. "Sounds like me," was her admission.
It was unnerving the way Faith seemed to get along, have a real presence - she was a leader. She was making jokes with Spike (mental note for late: were they friends?), she was commanding people without being a jerk about it. She was...doing all the things Buffy usually did. That's why it was bothering her. But she demanded that her mind get over it. Maybe this world was lucky to have Faith. She was, after all, a Slayer. And a known killer/betrayer/body snatcher/boyfriend stealer. Hmph.
Trying to acknowledge the statement about the soul-having being a process, Buffy nodded offhandedly. "Sounds like a good story." Yes, she was semi-desperate to know how that happened. But like she'd admit it? Fat chance.
"Four horsemen? Also sounds like a good story." So maybe there was a fight here that she could be part of. Or should be part of. She felt like when she'd jumped, part of her got lost in the void. Had she lost something integral to her, her Slayerness?
Faith acknowledged the pain of losing Angel, stirring only a very brief jealousy that always came up when she thought of Angel and Faith. Buffy hadn't ever understood how Angel had forgive Faith so easily, and how they shared a connection - that she hadn't maybe exactly wanted them to have. At least not when she had been dating him. And she felt left out - people had been working with Angel, knowing him - and she didn't get that. She didn't get any more moments with him. He was her first love - it hurt.
Then it was Buffy's turn to acknowledge that Faith was inviting her to stay. Since leaving wasn't exactly a possibility. Buffy looked around again, wondering if she could ever call this place home. "Wait...older than me? That's not fair," came her protest. "And the dying thing? You know that's my schtick," she added playfully - trying to make up for the whole hitting-Faith-in-the-jaw thingy. "Or like, apparently it was, or something. I don't know. I really...I mean as soon as I jumped," she made a swooping hand movement. "I woke up and I was here, and then Jack," she then gestured to him. "Played good samaritan. So of course I jumped all over him like a freak...uh, majorly sorry about that..." she said sheepishly to the red ranger.