"You look exhausted," Angel commented, looking up as Faith entered the loft.
"Damn, here I was, shooting for sultry," Faith replied, plopping down on the couch.
"You should've slept after the drive," he scolded, for the tenth time since he'd seen her last.
"Shoulda, coulda, woulda," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "Don't know if you've noticed, but it's getting rougher out there. Vamps and demons are getting a little too cocky for my liking."
"You're still cockier," Spike grinned.
"Only just," she answered.
"So, what's the plan?" Gunn asked, leaning forward. "I'm assuming there is a plan, right?"
"Real doozy," Faith drawled. "Or not really. Once we get more of an idea of which Slayers are, left, for one, and how strong they are, we'll divide them off into groups. Then it's split up time."
"Some of us will have to be here," Angel continued. "The Senior Partners are likely to launch their own attack if we're all gone, so we will need a strong group here."
"The Cullens will be helping to lower numbers in Europe," Faith said, glancing at Angel. "They've already gone to speak to the Volturi, and they are calling on all of their friends and family to come help us."
"So it's bad then?" Gunn asked, somewhat rhetorically. "It's really bad?"
"It's the worst we've ever faced," Angel said honestly.
"And with Kiwi and Pip off fighting their own battle, it's going to get a lot worse?" Spike guessed.
Faith nodded. "If they are too late, and Lucifer rises... well, we're going to have our hands full on our side too."
"Great," Spike put in. "Love a good spot of violence."
"On that note," Faith said, glancing back outside. "It's probably about time to pick Lorne up."
"I'll come with," Spike offered.
"Faith?" Angel looked at her. "Go to bed. I'll go."
Faith shook her head. "No. I need... I can't just do nothing. I just need to be doing something."