[Faith being here is at least something. The last time they really hung out, she had taken her body suit for a ride.] Just what I need, an apocalypse.

[It's sarcasm, she feels like she'll never get away from things like this. She needs a fresh coat of nail polish and her make up needs fixed. She takes a good look at Faith, she looks...like she needs a pile of make up on her face and several coats of nail polish. She doesn't look good.] You okay, Faith? You look...dead.

[She frowns. This isn't sitting right with her.] Nirvana? Like the band? Or Heaven?