An incredulous chuckled escaped her. Faith lifted herself up from her seat, stretching her body out to work out the kinks from sitting so long. The last time she had a smoke was probably after she restored Angel's sore. She figured after everything she did, she could indulge in a little sin. As she felt the stiffness sooth itself out of her muscles, she flashed him an amused yet rueful look. "Trust me, Cas," she said easily, shortening his name. Faith just couldn't see herself calling him by his full name. Then again, they made quite a pair. An angel and a Slayer called Faith. There was something ironic in that somewhere. "It's not going to be cigarettes that do me in."
With her destiny, Faith was sure that it was going to be death in battle. She could only end up in a coma so many times before her number was up. Besides, she doubted she was as lucky as Buffy to be brought back from the dead however many times it was. His last statement caught her curiosity. When he mentioned vessel, she hadn't thought about how an angel could walk the earth. She just thought this was his physical embodiment. "Vessel?" she said with a curious look. "You mean you're riding shotgun in someone else's body?"