FAITH:

“Nah. I volunteered,” she laughed,
nudging the girl. “You been gettin’
into trouble lately, I hear. What’s
going on, squirt?”

She rolled her eyes at Faith’s comment,  but  still
can’t help but grin and nudge the shorter woman back.
She didn’t  quite  believe  that Buffy wasn’t behind this,
but better to be  shadowed  by  the  cool  Slayer  than
someone ridiculously overprotective, like…  well, pretty
much every other Scooby.        Except Andrew. Maybe.

       “Nothing’s ‘going on,’ Faith. I’m twenty-three; that’s a
        little too old to be getting into trouble like I did back in
        Sunnydale. Buffy just likes to think that if I come back
        with  even  a  scratch  from a fight, I had some sort of
       NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE or something.”