He'd parked, that was one thing at least, but Faith actually drew little comfort from that. Her face went back to human, the fear she was feeling much clearer in the brown eyes than the gold.
"I was created by one of the biggest and baddest vamps ever to exist," she murmured, still pressing herself against the door as her hand fumbled for the catch. "I've killed Slayers, hunter gangs, everything that ever thought they could take me down."
She finally found it, but she didn't open the door just yet as she made herself look up at Sam.
"But you're the first thing I've been afraid of. Is she even safe with you?"