The whispered words sent a shiver down Faith's spine, and she set her coffee down as she stared at the girl. She wasn't getting the sort of itch she got around vampires, and the girl didn't look like Drusilla, but it was difficult to forget that sort of crazy. Disturbingly insightful sort of creepy crazy.
"Who said I was a weapon?" Her voice held an edge of something that was almost fear.