pThere was no way he didn't know her./p

pNo way. The way just didn't exist./p

pShe wasn't just anyone. She wasn't Scott Hope, wasn't Larry, wasn't Jonathan./p

pShe was Faith./p

pShe was important./p

pWasn't she?/p

pShe ignored his obviously high lame-quotient to continue her questioning./p

p"So are you friends with her?"/p

pHe looked at her suspiciously for a moment before nodding. "We get on okay."/p

p"She must have told you about me, then."/p

p"Nothing springs to mind."/p

p"You're close to her, and yet she never bothers mentioning that some crazy chick with super strength wanted to cut her into little tiny pieces and feed her to her boy toy?"/p

p"She doesn't ihave/i a boy toy," he growled./p

pOoh, soft spot. "Well, she did then. Dark hair, kinda not happy with the dark… think he answers to the name of Sire?"/p

p"Fucking bitch…" he muttered./p

p"What, she didn't tell you? Not a word when you were alone in Sunnydale, all chipped up and no place to go? Not even when she was coming onto you right about… oh, say here?" She knocked on the wall behind her for emphasis./p

p"How'd you know about that?" he demanded./p

p"Funny you'd ask that." She smirked. She could hear his footsteps echo behind hers as she slipped out the exit./p