Four years ago, Faith wouldn't have taken a break. She would've kept right on killing zombies until she collapsed, they were dead, or she was dead. But while in prison, she'd learned the value of saving your strength. Now when she fought, she wasn't quite as wild or reckless as she'd been in the past-though she did have her moments. Usually, over the last few days, her movements were sharper than they'd been in the past, thanks to the muscles she'd built up from exercising in the gym. But after a few hours of nothing but playing bowling with zombie heads, she knew that she needed a break. So when the invite came to come to the new guy's-a vampire-office for a talk, she figured why the hell not?
She tried to wash up a little-in that she washed her hands and face, and brushed out her hair. She even went so far as to change her clothes, exchanging one set of leather pants, tank top, and leather jacket for another so that she didn't smell so bad. Taking her weapons just in case, Faith made her way out of her cabin and headed for where the offices were. She was lucky-she only had to kill three zombies on the way, and they were all easily taken care of with gunshots. As she entered the building, she put her gun in her pocket, then made her way to his office. Giving a light knock on the door, she hesitated for a second when he pulled the door open. "Hey."
The Slayer stepped in slowly, glancing around absently. It was a little like V's place. God, V. She hadn't thought of her in a long time. And she didn't really want to, to be honest. That was a long time ago. She moved towards the couch and sank down in the middle, leaning towards one side with her legs stretched out a little defiantly. "Not really tired. Could use a small break, though." She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and held it up. "Mind if I smoke?"