Faith caught the flinch at her words, and smirked faintly. So that's why Sam was here. Mostly the same reason she was. He musta killed someone and they thought he was crazy, the same as with her. "I've known him for a year, okay? 'Weeks' aint nothin'." She met his eyes straight on, the smirk growing a little. "You don't know me, and if you think you know Angel then you don't know shit. Just 'cause he hasn't killed someone yet doesn't mean he will." Her hand tightened on the bottle and she turned back to the door.
"Screw you. I'm gonna go find him." Okay, so that wasn't actually her plan-she did want some kinda weapon when she met Angel face to face, so she knew she wasn't quite ready yet. That's when her body chose to betray her, and she swayed a little, her free hand reaching out to catch herself on the door before she embarrassed herself by falling.