Faith smirked. Middle Eastern had peeked. He tried not to, but he did. "Maybe so, but the fact that you haven't tried to drag us off, slit our throats and rape us, yet, all good signs." (Plus, Slayer sense, not going nuts, so that's all kinds of good.)
"Wh-wh-what makes you think that we won't?" McAfee demanded.
Faith looked him up and down with a bemused smile, "'Cause at least in your case, I could kick your ass without even thinking about breaking a sweat." She smiled, quite lecherously actually and winked, "Don't think about it too hard, there professor, you might start to like the idea of gettin' up close and personal."
(That and I know that Tara's got the mojo. Helping Red bring B back from the dead wasn't small potatoes.) She couldn't explain that to this group of people, maybe Mara when the woman wasn't pissed - and rightly so - at Faith. She was adjusting still; Faith was used to looking after Faith and flying on pure instinct alone. Looking after other people? Not so much?
And at this point, staying on the beach really was no different from going with these people. If they'd manage to scare up a Tara doppleganger (Yeah, reading the dictionary was a fun pasttime), and they were dangerous to Faith and Mara, they knew the women were on the beach now. Safety was six of one, half dozen of another and better to keep an eye on your potential enemy than have him coming at you when your guard's down.
When Mara walked up and Tara introduced herself, offering to help carry stuff, the fish out water feeling came back with a vengeance.
"It's good, Sabrina," Faith told Tara with - she hoped - a friendly smile. "I can manage a full load." Faith gently took the bedrolls, Mara's bag and change of clothes from the waif girl without even battting an eye. (Geesh, you'd think we were going on a vacation from our vacation.) When Mara looked ready to protest, Faith merely swung everything easily into comfortable carrying positions and bounced a bit to remind Mara that she could take the extra weight far more easily than Mara - or possibly anyone else in the group could.
In the interests of maintaining a peace, she handed back the bag that she knew had Mara's art supplies in it. "If it gets too heavy, gimme a holler, 'right?"
"Thanks for hanging for us, Doc," Faith said to The Doctor. "Whither you go, we shall follow."
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[Faith] Move Out? (tag everyone)
Date: 2006-04-14 04:24 pm (UTC)"Wh-wh-what makes you think that we won't?" McAfee demanded.
Faith looked him up and down with a bemused smile, "'Cause at least in your case, I could kick your ass without even thinking about breaking a sweat." She smiled, quite lecherously actually and winked, "Don't think about it too hard, there professor, you might start to like the idea of gettin' up close and personal."
(That and I know that Tara's got the mojo. Helping Red bring B back from the dead wasn't small potatoes.) She couldn't explain that to this group of people, maybe Mara when the woman wasn't pissed - and rightly so - at Faith. She was adjusting still; Faith was used to looking after Faith and flying on pure instinct alone. Looking after other people? Not so much?
And at this point, staying on the beach really was no different from going with these people. If they'd manage to scare up a Tara doppleganger (Yeah, reading the dictionary was a fun pasttime), and they were dangerous to Faith and Mara, they knew the women were on the beach now. Safety was six of one, half dozen of another and better to keep an eye on your potential enemy than have him coming at you when your guard's down.
When Mara walked up and Tara introduced herself, offering to help carry stuff, the fish out water feeling came back with a vengeance.
"It's good, Sabrina," Faith told Tara with - she hoped - a friendly smile. "I can manage a full load." Faith gently took the bedrolls, Mara's bag and change of clothes from the waif girl without even battting an eye. (Geesh, you'd think we were going on a vacation from our vacation.) When Mara looked ready to protest, Faith merely swung everything easily into comfortable carrying positions and bounced a bit to remind Mara that she could take the extra weight far more easily than Mara - or possibly anyone else in the group could.
In the interests of maintaining a peace, she handed back the bag that she knew had Mara's art supplies in it. "If it gets too heavy, gimme a holler, 'right?"
"Thanks for hanging for us, Doc," Faith said to The Doctor. "Whither you go, we shall follow."