Faith looked up as a tall, athletic woman called out a greeting about crabs. She was striking and beautiful, with all the grace and beauty of a wild predator. Gorgeous enough to distract you and lure you in close, and dangerous enough to strike at your heart or juglar while you were still smitten with the deceiving outer shell, like a panther or a tiger or a lioness in wait. Leather pants stuck on her like a second skin, and her very presence caused the Slayer inside to rouse and raise her head in recognition of a kindred spirit, a fellow warrior.

She'd not noticed this much about the woman before, when she'd been sleeping in the sand after playing with Mutt, but today, up close and personal, Faith figured that it was probably impossible for anyone to not notice her.

"Harry's an ass," Faith said. "Not really surprised that he's a pretty little rich boy."

Rose tsked, shook her head, but said nothing.

Faith looked at the other woman, Ripley and grinned. "Nice pants. I'm kinda missing my leathers, but take what you can get, you know?"

Ami choked and coughed. Rose instantly went around to start slapping the British woman on the back while Faith frowned in concern.

"Are you all right, child?" Rose asked.

As Ami's coughing fit subsided, she managed to slowly gasp out "Blimey! It's just the thought of what Ripley *and* Faith in leather pants would do to the libido of every man on this beach."

"Well, I'm sure there are a few of them that wouldn't be complaining," Rose said with a wink and returned to lunch preparations.