"Hey Faith," a hauntingly familiar voice said from behind her.
Faith turned slowly, raising an eyebrow. "B. Long time no see. You're looking... good for a corpse."
"Yeah." Buffy nodded.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Apparently the Powers That be have a sense of humour," Buffy said, shrugging. "You've been allocated your own personal guardian angel."
"Moving up in the world," Faith commented. "Who is he?"
"She," Buffy corrected. "And you're looking at her."
"You're kidding me," Faith scoffed. "Really?"
"They thought I might have some perspective on you."
"Have they read up on their Buffy/Faith history?" Faith asked sarcastically.
"Maybe." Buffy shrugged again. "I guess I'll be seeing you around."
"Great."