Faith joined Dean and Sam in checking for more traps. That one had been too rough hewn to have been created by the kidnappers, which was good. However that left the question of whether or not it had been built by The Unwashed Psycho Survivor Rejects or The Crazy French Chick. Because the brothers were on the ground, Faith kept to the trees.
Together they were able to complete the sweep with relative ease, fortunately finding nothing else. Faith deliberately dropped to the ground right behind Dean. He spun, one arm going out, the other for his weapon. Luckily Faith had been expecting such a move and had the Slayer reflexes to fall back on. She dodged and ducked beneath his arm, twisting in close and clamping a hand on the arm that was attempting to draw the gun. "Yo, chill, Hoss. It's just me.
"Sweet reflexes though," Faith added the compliment sincerely. She gave him a salacious wink, "Maybe when this is all over we'll see how good those reflexes really are."
As she turned to the rest of the group, Faith called out, "The trees are clear. So what do we think --" She stopped and noted the Doctor was removing his serious messed up jacket and shirt. His shoulder looked pretty good for having a tree trunk rammed through it. Faith grinned at Scott genuinely impressed; peripherally she'd been paying attention to his psychic mojo on the ground, but she hadn't taken time to really focus on it lest it distract her from her sweep. "You do that?"
Scott hesitated before answering, "Yeah."
"Wicked!" Faith admired. She cocked her head, remembering her earlier train of thought, "So, do we think it was Them or The Crazy French Lady that set that trap?"
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[Faith] Stepping your foot in it (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-08 01:44 pm (UTC)Together they were able to complete the sweep with relative ease, fortunately finding nothing else. Faith deliberately dropped to the ground right behind Dean. He spun, one arm going out, the other for his weapon. Luckily Faith had been expecting such a move and had the Slayer reflexes to fall back on. She dodged and ducked beneath his arm, twisting in close and clamping a hand on the arm that was attempting to draw the gun. "Yo, chill, Hoss. It's just me.
"Sweet reflexes though," Faith added the compliment sincerely. She gave him a salacious wink, "Maybe when this is all over we'll see how good those reflexes really are."
As she turned to the rest of the group, Faith called out, "The trees are clear. So what do we think --" She stopped and noted the Doctor was removing his serious messed up jacket and shirt. His shoulder looked pretty good for having a tree trunk rammed through it. Faith grinned at Scott genuinely impressed; peripherally she'd been paying attention to his psychic mojo on the ground, but she hadn't taken time to really focus on it lest it distract her from her sweep. "You do that?"
Scott hesitated before answering, "Yeah."
"Wicked!" Faith admired. She cocked her head, remembering her earlier train of thought, "So, do we think it was Them or The Crazy French Lady that set that trap?"