"Would I have decided to go after a vampire first if I knew it'd do that?" Faye asks incredulously, and maybe she isn't being half as calm as she should be as a hunter, instead shuddering and stamping on the ground as she tries to brush off as much of the gunk as possible. Which isn't much, considering how it sticks to her, stringy bits drawn across her skin. "More than ever before, I've learned the meaning of regret."

Trying her best to keep the nausea down, Faye wrinkles her nose and continues trying to pick bits and pieces off of her body, spitting down on the ground as well to rid her mouth of the decay, before glancing up and finally settling her gaze on Owen himself.

It doesn't quite make up for the mess, but the look of him makes the sting a little softer.

"Pfft," she snorts.