A quick visit to Anya had left Faith with a glamor making her hair look blonde. Not a good shade on her, she decided, glancing at her reflection int he various grimy windows about the place as she strode down to the shipyard as directed with a confidence she wasn't really feeling. The too pale hair made the still fading bruises around her neck and wrists look too dark for her liking. She herself was unarmed, better to fit in with the whole slave image. But the same couldn't be said of her back up. Eliot with a stake, Kitty with her dragon. And Sam. She felt better knowing Sam was watching her back, even from a slight distance.
Spike, she kept a firm grip on, almost yanking him down to meet the gang, all the better for looking the part.
She inhaled sharply for a moment when she caught a glimpse of Buffy, even as she trusted her team to get the job done. As soon as Buffy was clear, get her to the Hyperion and the super blood. She forced any other reaction back as she smirked at the vampires.
"So, Daddy," she arched an eyebrow at the name. "I'm here, and so's Will. So now for your part, let her go." She held up her free hand, to hold any protest before it could start.
"You let her go, and then give me the weapon you want me to kill him with. Then I'm all yours."