Faith grimaced, shrugging. "I'm kind of keeping to a non-intersect path with the Sheriff, you know?" If he'd read up, he'd probably know why. Faith knew enough to know her whole sordid history was out there for anyone to read. She figured that included jail time and murder rap. "Might almost be worth it for a swing though."
Faith wasn't used to cops being in the know. But she figured if it came down to it, Angel and Buffy would probably throw in with the Sheriff against anyone that started causing problems. And if they did, Faith would be in it too. Hell, she wouldn't even mind. It'd be something to do.
"Sounds like a crappy retirement plan," Faith said. Slayers didn't get that at all, just dead. Faith had seen most of them go, in dreams, back when she was first called up. It was messy and screwed up. But she'd seen enough to know that Slayers weren't the only one to get a raw deal. And push comes to shove, Faith still loved what she was. Even with all the crap it had led her into, Faith wouldn't trade her power in. It was what she was. Take that away, she'd be even more lost. Not to mention probably some vamp's lunch, back in her world.
"Angels and leviathans, huh?" Faith lifted her eyebrows. "What's that like? Leviathan that's like. . . some big monster thing, yeah?"