[She traces lines along the condensation of her beer, turning her bar stool to look at Buffy more head on as she talks, watching her as though trying to work out some kind of elaborate puzzle. Faith is honestly surprised that Buffy is seeking her out and it's only just to talk.

Maybe she figures Buffy didn't need her as much as Faith might hope for in her private moments and when she thinks on what might have been. It just seems easier to keep some distance, to keep from screwing up their tentative and seemingly fragile Slayer sistership. But those worries aside, being around Buffy even lately at HQ makes her an odd sort of anxious that she can't really explain away by her fears alone. It's like she's some kind of nervous school girl.] Okay... well I'm here. So, yeah, let's catch up? [Sounds easy enough, but Faith doesn't even know what to talk about. She settles on talking about tonight's patrol, just for something to say.] Cleveland's been pretty dead vamp wise. Tonight was a dud. Gotta tell the mini's to start saving me some so I don't get rusty.