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Faith's in the bar again, or maybe she never left, it's hard to say. She's finished with all her notebooks, and is now busy consuming an extraordinarily unhealthy breakfast that consists of sausage, Pop Tarts, and Red Bull. Fear. Come chat with her, if you like, but mostly, fear.

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"Killer robots. Lovely." Faith snorts. "Nah, in Kaylee's time apparently we've just...used it up. Poisoned the planet with pollution and stuff until there's nothing left."

"That sounds more likely then the robots, actually," Mel comments.

"Yeah, people are...kinda stupid sometimes." Beat. "Most of them time." Beat. "Almost always."

"You give people too much credit," there's a sparkle in her eyes, though. "I wouldn't be surprised if we have to evacuate pretty soon after my time. The air's pretty nasty there already."

"Hey, at least you'll always have this place to come back to," Faith says. "Nice and clean and healthy."

She regards Faith carefully.

"Not that this place isn't growing on me or anything, but I'm still leaving the minute I have the chance. I have work to do at home."

Faith laughs, softly. "Found something else we don't have in common, I guess. I've kinda started...this place is home."

"'s fair enough. You've got Connor, and Security, and there's a world fulla Slayers to take up the slack. I'm needed back home." ~~Like the Murphy's~~, she's not bitter.

"I'm not sayin' I won't go back," Faith says. "'Course I'll go back. 'Cause it's duty, and stuff, plus I'm sure the itch to kill stuff will get pretty damn strong when I can leave again...but I won't like doing it."

She gives a little half-shoulder shrug. "'Cause you've got Connor and Security here. I've got nothin' tying me to this place, and family waiting for me at home."

Faith snorts. "And I've got nothing but duty tying me to my world, and all my family is here."

"That's the difference then," Mel says, cheerfully. "'m not sayin' you should be all excited about getting home, 'm sayin' I am goin' back at the first opportunity."

"Yeah." Faith tilts her head. "So what's your family like, then?"

"Sister. Erin. Older'n me. Cop." she says. "We're not very close, but we're workin' things out."

"Your sister's a cop?" Faith winces. "That must...be interesting."

'Suck' was the first word that came to mind, actually.

She wouldn't be wrong.

"It certainly is," Mel gives a wry grin. "She don't approve of me much."

"Yeah, the cops have a problem with me too," Faith says with a shrug. "Must be that whole murderer thing."

She carefully doesn't touch the subject.

"We're doin' OK, though. Savin' the world tends to bring a family together."

"She knows? That makes it easier, I guess." Faith shrugs. "Never had any sibs, m'self, and my mother died a while back...didn't know my father."

Mel shrugs. "'s not a secret. Couldn't be really. Fight like that, the whole warren involved.

"I don't do the whole secret identity thing. Never saw a point in it."

"Warren?" Faith blinks at her. "Everybody knows? Geeze, world musta changed a lot."

She shrugs. "Musta.

"But y'know, army of lurks, massive demon mother thing, needed all the help I could get. And Erin and her buddies provided a lot of firepower. And cars."

"Sounds like a party," Faith says. "What'd you do with the cars, though? Run 'em over?"

A sly grin.

"It was fun, definitely. And landing a car on a lurk certainly kills them: that how Erin got her first.

"But flyin' over their heads and firing at them, that's the 'vantage of cars, and bikes, come to think of it. Erin took be right up over this giant snake thin and dropped me straight on to it," she accompanies this glossing of the truth with hand movements.

"It was rocketship."

"...you have flying cars?"

It's all she can say, really.