There's something incredibly satisfying about having Owen praise her for the forethought, especially after he'd been so skeptical of her knowledge in their last meeting. Even though most of his assumptions were true — that Faye hadn't been in this line of work, that she was inexperienced — she knows that she can be a decent learner when she's pressed to it.

Having a taunt on the tip of his tongue only emboldens her further, a cunning grin on her lips as she draws back an arm and pounds it against the blunt end of the stake pressed to the woman's chest. It's not easy pushing wood through flesh, but Faye manages it before too long.

Only to watch in horror as the woman seems to quiver and melt between them before suddenly splattering in every which direction, walls streaked with red.

Of her mouth, as well as the room.

"...what the fuck."