Faith
Faith executed a perfect backflip and landed, hands on hips, head cocked as if to say "well, can I go now or what?". Although, if she'd said it out loud, there would've been a lot of swearing inserted into it.
But she was going to be good.
Sorta.
After all, you can't keep a Slayer somewhere against her will, now can you? She broke out of the Watcher's Council custody and out of jail. She wasn't hanging around somewhere she didn't need to be.
And Valhalla... no exception.
These Valkyries could just go to hell, as far as she was concerned. Ok, so technically they weren't evil, seeing as they saved and trained lost warriors souls, but hey, taking someone somewhere and not letting them leave because an evil law firm told them to is a little stupid.
Not to mention when that someone was a Slayer.
Faith watched as the Valkyrie trainer touched at her pendant, lifting it slightly to rub at the skin beneath it. The trainer nodded at Faith, to signal training was over, and headed in the direction of the river, obviously wanting to bathe the sweat away.
So Faith followed.
She was going to steal that pendant, even if it meant committing the greatest crime in the mystical and mythical realms.
Killing a Valkyrie.
Faith stealthily followed and lurked behind the trainer, ducking under bushes and hiding behind rocks, before they finally reached the river. The trainer peeled her clothes off, and after a moment's hesitation, and a quick scan of the perimeter, she took the pendant off and hid it under her clothes, before diving into the water.
Faith waited until she'd swam a good distance away, and was frolicking by herself... the connotations of which were just disturbing, and then tip toed over to the clothes, retrieved the pendant and skittered away, relying on her Slayer capabilities to high tail it the hell away from the crime scene.
She knew that when the thing was reported missing, she'd be the number one target, so she decided to go hide it in the place she'd found and shown Logan. So she headed there, digging herself a reasonably deep hole, and burying the pendant, wrapped in some torn off leather from her skirt.
Satisfied that her job was done well enough, she left, brushing the dirt from her hands as she went to get changed.
As soon as the mess blew over, she was going home.
She wasn't staying here because the Senior Partners needed her gone to manipulate Angel.
F*ck that shit.
There was not one person or creature, living, dead, undead that would make Faith stay where she didn't want to.
Even before she was the Slayer, she'd been a stubborn, problematic child.
And hell, nothing had changed. She was just stronger now.
So screw that, bitches.
Faith was going home.