The lengthy stare raises a flicker of suspicion in Faye as she tilts her head, gazing more closely at Spike — the shadows underneath his eyes, the fatigue that weaves into his stance once he relaxes, the slight edge in his eyes. By the looks of it, he's been running more than she has, come across more threats than she has. Maybe she should feel lucky.

Instead, she just wonders if somehow, he's responsible for dragging her here.

It doesn't seem entirely implausible.

"Are you going to share with me where this better spot is?" Faye asks, gaze raised high and staring off into the distance. "Or do you plan on just mentioning it for kicks?"