She rolled her eyes. Faith wasn't broken. At least, no more broken than the rest of them. Maybe she was a little cracked but these days, she held her shit together pretty well for a former murderer and inmate. Buffy was the broken one. Shit. She was always fucking vampires!
"Nothin'." Faith told her plainly. She refused to look at Buffy, just stared straight ahead as she nursed the Jack and Coke she'd been sucking down since sunset. "Can't I just take a few fucking days off without you gettin' all up in my business? Don't talk to Emily. Ever." She said moodily, as if she could actually tell Buffy what to do and have her listen. If she weren't so pissy lately, she might laugh at that.
She raised a brow when the bartender brought Buffy back an Amaretto Sour. Well, at least the drink didn't have an umbrella in it. It was something.
"Sorry your time got wasted or whatever but I'm fine. I'll go home in a couple days. Just needed to clear my head or whatever." Faith admitted begrudgingly as she lit up a smoke.