There's something about that smile, disarming and all too charming, that digs under Faye's skin. Reminds her of Spike, even, the easy way he'd slide in and out of a person's life like so much water, everything about his life holding such a theme, almost like it was some type of life philosophy. Faye never managed quite the same. The air to his water, she showed too much of her emotion in the speed with which she whipped around, or ran away.

"You'd better," she says, even as her expression holds loose and casual. "It's one of the few things from home I actually have somewhat of an attachment to. It's a good gun."