Faith kicked the punching bag so hard it flew off it's chain and hit the wall behind it.
"Tempter temper," Buffy commented, appearing suddenly.
"B," Faith rolled her eyes. "Good to see you. Little busy though."
"Noticed," Buffy replied. "You're busy beating up a punching bag when you should be beating up someone else. Someone closer."
"What?"
"Always were a little slow, weren't you, Faith?" Buffy grinned. "I'll break it down for you. Your honey? The tall one with the really pretty eyes? With someone. A friend, if you will."
"Stop with the mindgames, B. Where is he?"
Buffy shrugged. "I can only show you what I have seen."
Faith stepped forward and the two Slayers touched hands, palms flat against each other. A light shone through them and Faith's hair flew back as she gained the information.
"Thanks."
"Anytime. Well, not really."