"How do you walk in these things?" Faith retorted, her balance more than a little unsteady in the high heels. "Let alone kick anything?"
Old habits meant she reached up to drag agitated fingers through her hair before she remembered, it wasn't even her hair and it didn't feel right.
"Faith Lehane," she responded idly, her gaze already on the writings on the wall. "Vampire Slayer at the Hyperion. And you?" It was so damn weird, beyond weird actually. Her accent, her speech patterns, but definitely not her voice.
"Not a damn clue. Language was never my thing, but I may know some folk who can translate this...." she waved a vague hand at the writings. "whatever."
Something the other woman had said sunk in and she turned to look back at her, her eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean words have power?"