Faith looked up again as Rodney entered the kitchen. (I heard that one coming this time.) At the Doctor's head inclination, Faith gave the man a nod and a smile, "We got regular, regular and regular, so pick your poison of choice, Professor."
The techno-speak regarding the computer chip Faith didn't catch all of, but she did catch more of it than she would have a few years ago. Her conversation with Tara, and a bit with Rose, earlier had planted the suspicions that this wasn't a normal island per se. Everyone here had been put here for a purpose, but no one seemed to know what that purpose was. She did catch the bit about six months out of phase and temporal bubbles, and tried to put it in context with what little bit of Star Trek she'd sat through in lockup. She didn't get to try too hard before the Doctor spoke to her again.
"I don't know if it's all Slayers or just some weird mojo that I got," Faith poured two cups of coffee and delivered them to the table, placing one in front of The Doctor and one in front of Rodney. (Faith Lehane, domesticated server, imagine that.) She turned back to retrieve another cup for herself, "I'm just wired at night, you know? Like the sun goes down and I get this itch under my skin, like I need to be out there doin' something. Maybe it's 'cause, you know, vampires, not so big with the sunlight, so I gotta move at night.
"Can't usually sleep unless I burn it off somehow," Faith carried her cup to the table and took a seat that gave the best view of the kitchen entry way. She did it by rote habit and didn't even register that she'd done it. "No vampires to slay here though, so far, so it's like I got a bad case of hyperactivity and nothing to slow me down."
She didn't know why she was explaining these things to these two men - one alien (mind still doin' a wiggy jig on that one) - neither of whom she knew anything about. Maybe it was because she could actually talk about these things, and she hadn't been able to really do that for ... well, ever. Even she and Angel spoke in careful code during his weekly visits.
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[Faith] Nightcrawlers (tag Rodney, Doctor, open)
Date: 2006-04-16 12:25 am (UTC)The techno-speak regarding the computer chip Faith didn't catch all of, but she did catch more of it than she would have a few years ago. Her conversation with Tara, and a bit with Rose, earlier had planted the suspicions that this wasn't a normal island per se. Everyone here had been put here for a purpose, but no one seemed to know what that purpose was. She did catch the bit about six months out of phase and temporal bubbles, and tried to put it in context with what little bit of Star Trek she'd sat through in lockup. She didn't get to try too hard before the Doctor spoke to her again.
"I don't know if it's all Slayers or just some weird mojo that I got," Faith poured two cups of coffee and delivered them to the table, placing one in front of The Doctor and one in front of Rodney. (Faith Lehane, domesticated server, imagine that.) She turned back to retrieve another cup for herself, "I'm just wired at night, you know? Like the sun goes down and I get this itch under my skin, like I need to be out there doin' something. Maybe it's 'cause, you know, vampires, not so big with the sunlight, so I gotta move at night.
"Can't usually sleep unless I burn it off somehow," Faith carried her cup to the table and took a seat that gave the best view of the kitchen entry way. She did it by rote habit and didn't even register that she'd done it. "No vampires to slay here though, so far, so it's like I got a bad case of hyperactivity and nothing to slow me down."
She didn't know why she was explaining these things to these two men - one alien (mind still doin' a wiggy jig on that one) - neither of whom she knew anything about. Maybe it was because she could actually talk about these things, and she hadn't been able to really do that for ... well, ever. Even she and Angel spoke in careful code during his weekly visits.