[Faith didn't actually think of that. The not breathing. That Spike might not be effected. Huh. The more you know. Then he grabs her arm and she glares openly. Excuse you, Spike. Just cause she admitted she doesn't hate you, doesn't mean you get to be all grabby and protective. Slow your roll.
Faith yanks her arm back. But she does answer his question.] He's locked up right now, but he might not always be. Brown hair, stubbly beard. Pointy nose. British.
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Faith yanks her arm back. But she does answer his question.] He's locked up right now, but he might not always be. Brown hair, stubbly beard. Pointy nose. British.