Leaning against the pick up Shane had been watching Faith from across the yard most of the morning, his mind replaying the memory of the shameless look she had given him and wondered how long it would be before something played out between them. He squinted a bit as she changed her shirt practically out in the open and smirked, looking around to see if it was raising a reaction from the other campers. They seemed not to notice and Shane went back to watching.

Faith pulled her shoulders back, cracking some kind of joint in her shoulder blades with a wince as she made her way from the van with Daryl's coffee in tow. She almost felt guilty for not being more delicate with Spike about her plans, especially given the fact that this apocalypse was turning out to be a frighteningly long and outdrawn one compared to the last few Buffy's group had been through. They all had enough to worry about these days without the kind of tension that always started up when Spike thought their little group would have to accommodate new people.

He had been so uncharacteristically sullen and protective lately, and Buffy had deduced that it was just Spike dealing with the fact that they were cut off from the Scoobies and what few Slayers remained. Several times Buffy had suggested that Spike should mingle with and get to know the new people they encountered, but he rarely seemed interested enough and Faith often wondered if he was losing hope the way so many of their group had.

The thought was crowding Faith's head and she paused, considering turning back to assess the situation with her friend when she found herself unexpectedly in Shane's company. He smirked at her in an almost knowing way, both hands resting on his belt. She stared at him blankly, waiting for whatever it was he wanted to come spilling out of his mouth.

"Faith, huh?" Was that a question? She didn't know, and didn't bother to respond to Shane but she didn't have to - and he didn't wait for her to, "Were looking at me last night, am I right?"

She shrugged, seeming exhausted already with the very presence of the man, "And?"

"Come on, now." Her lack of enthusiasm for whatever it was Shane was getting at seemed to tick him off and he looked her up and down, "Don't play that game with me."

Faith grimaced and slowly started to circle Shane, glaring at him, "The chase. Get to it. I got coffee to deliver. Stuff to do that doesn't involve fapping it with Barney Fife."

Shane watched Faith intently, angrily. Wherever these new people came from, they could go right back in flames as far as he was concerned, "Just wasting time." He barely spoke the words before Faith was in his face, slowly moving towards him in a way that had Shane forgetting himself, and backing up with his hands raised like someone had a gun to his back.

Faith warned in almost a whisper, a painful grin sliding onto her face, "You don't wanna say anymore." She made a sudden, somewhat threatening gesture and Shane winced despite himself. She grunted a ghetto challenge under her breath, "Do somethin'." Damn pleased with herself, Faith licked her bottom lip and started a cartoon-ish strut off towards Daryl's camp. Shane seethed behind her, watching her go but making no move to stop her.

Daryl heard the soft swish of grass under Faith's feet as she approached, the telltale scent of jasmine and cigarettes told him it was one of Buffy's camp and he cursed to himself. He was sitting in front of his fire, sharpening what, to Faith, almost looked like a stake with a knife that seemed too big for the task and didn't look up until she cleared her throat.

She was all the paler in the lavender glow of dawn, holding a thermos in one limp arm, the other hand sitting on her hip with her index and middle fingers threaded through a belt loop. To his surprise Daryl noticed that she was purposely standing outside his camp waiting for permission from him to enter, a courtesy the other members of his own group had never extended to him.

Daryl took in her appearance but said nothing. She must have noticed it because she slowly smiled and it struck him how well she would fit in a White Snake video, as if writhing on top of a sports car was what a girl like Faith was built for. Reluctantly he up-nodded and she stepped closer, tossing him the plaid thermos, "Heads up."

Awkwardly, Daryl caught the thermos with his left hand but nearly fumbled it for a moment, "Whats'is?" He mumbled, turning it over in his hand to inspect it.

"Coffee. You want sugar? You got legs, it's in the kitchen."

He eyed Faith for a moment then set the thermos down and mumbled something that sounded like a thanks. Faith took it, "No problem. Mind?" She motioned to his fire and he gave her an odd look. She explained herself by pulling the pack of Camels out of the pocket of her jeans and holding them up. She tapped the pack on the palm of her hand then pulled a cigarette out with her lips.

It didn't take Daryl long to realize what she was asking him and he just stared at her, not too shocked when she did what she wanted anyway. She sat on the ground near his campfire and pulled her hair into a low ponytail with one hand to keep it out of the fire. She leaned into the flames, taking a few puffs before pulling back and swatting out an ember that had landed on her shoulder. With that she climbed to her feet, brushed the dust off her butt. She ran her hands through her hair and started walking off.

It was Daryl's turn to pipe up, "Got any more'a those?" Faith glanced back with fake surprise and tossed him the pack, which he caught a little easier than he'd caught the thermos a few moments before. He looked down at the pack and frowned - Camels. But you took what you could get these days. He pulled a cigarette out and pushed it to his lips, turning to a bag on the ground to look for a lighter that had been among Merle's things.

Faith's voice caused him to pause and look back in her direction, "I got this." She stepped over some of his belongings and approached him, wondering how close he'd let her get before he shot up a tree like a scared cat. She could see fight or flight in his eyes battling it out with curiosity as to what she may do next. Faith took hold of Daryl's collar and bent to close the gap between their faces enough for the tip of her cigarette to press against his.

Daryl seemed paler than usual, caught in her gaze like a deer in headlights and it seemed to take forever before he started to drag on his cigarette, lighting it with hers. Faith smirked and backed off as quickly as she'd advanced. She stepped out of the firelight and then out of his camp. She gave him a look over her shoulder as she headed back for the van, leaving him with nothing to do but to simply watch her go.