Faith's never been miss sensitive, but even she feels something wrong in that club. Maybe it's the Slayer spidey-sense, maybe the vibes are just that bad. Or maybe it's just paranoia.

Either way, she's not inside long before she opts to duck out back for a smoke. She's not even paying attention, really, to who's around her as she slaps a cigarette out of the package and pops it between her lips-

And then the girl next to her apologizes.

She pauses for a sec to evaluate. Not a threat. Just a granola chick, definitely not somebody she'd expect to see at a club like this. She shrugs as she pulls out her lighter.

"No big. We're five-by-five."

And then, as she lights the cigarette, she realizes a couple things. One, she swears she's seen this chick before. She can't remember when, but the face is real familiar. Hopefully that's not a big deal.

Two, that spark of fire in the other girl's hand isn't another lit cigarette. It looks like magic. She takes a drag on the cigarette, plucks it from her lips, and nods toward the other girl's hand, trying to keep the wariness from her voice- granola here looks freaked enough already.

"... you might wanna watch that, though."