Faith didn't have a lot to say on the way back to the waiting room. Emily had told her what had happened out in that alley and besides being pissed off beyond reason she was feeling plenty guilty. What had happened was her fault. Okay, so maybe the asshole deserved to get beat down but Faith wished he would have exacted his revenge on her instead. Or at least, tried.
Well, he wouldn't be getting more revenge anytime soon because Faith was going to fucking kill him this time.
She was surprised to see Buffy still sitting in Emily's room. She folded her arms over her chest as she looked at her. What she really wanted to ask her was about Spike. How's Spike? She could just hear the tone in her voice in her head when she thought about it but right now, they had bigger problems to worry about.
"It was my fault." She said. Up until now she had successfully hidden everything from Buffy. Wait. Wasn't that, Officer Buffy? After tonight, she wasn't sure she really gave a crap anymore. She was just glad that Emily was okay. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. It's just when you're a vampire slayer your idea of danger is a little skewed.