"Hey - ow!" Sam winced lightly at the grip on his shoulder. He was tempted to throw her back across the seat, but something in the way she was looking at him made him still. What are you? He had been asked that question before, by the vampire that he had left to burn alive on the roof of some house. He didn't have an answer then and he certainly didn't have one now.
"I'm me, I'm..." He didn't like this. Hearing Faith, any Faith, talk at him like he wasn't even human...