"You look terrible," Gunn commented as Faith walked into Angel's office.
"Yeah, you're all pasty and sunken. You should really see someone about it, the colouring, it's all wrong," Cordelia agreed.
"Thanks," Faith replied sarcastically, sliding down into the armchair.
"You don't look very well, are you ok?" Angel asked, peering at the Slayer from his seat behind the desk.
"I'm alright. Just been patrolling a lot lately. Nothing a free breakfast won't fix," Faith replied, shrugging.
"Ok, but if you still feel bad after breakfast, promise me you'll go see Fred."
"Yes, dad."