Faith nodded. She had heard a bit about that from Willow on the ride towards Sunnydale, but it was skimmed over. Apparently the past year meant a lot of changes for everyone. She knew that Buffy had a habit of dying and coming back. After all, Faith was notorious for falling into comas. It was their thing. She just never expected Buffy to be dead in the ground dead. Angel had told her when it happened, and it was a painful thing for her to deal with. Lo and behold, sometime later, he explained that something happened and she was back. It was some heavy magic they used to bring her back to the land of the living.
"Smoke?" she blinked at him confusedly. Without any shame, she lifted up her tank top to take a curious sniff. She hadn't had a chance to bum a cigarette from anyone since her arrival, nor had she the chance to purchase some considering she lacked the funding to do so. Faith looked back up at him with an arched brow. "Are you sure it's me?"