There's not much question of Faith's, anymore, either.

She doesn't have a gun, hasn't willingly put her hands on one since she pointed one at Angel, but she doesn't need one, not in quarters this close.

Her opponent is good. She's better.

I know he doesn't need it, and if he ever found out I asked he'd probably shave my head or make me do push-ups or KP or something, but look after him for me, Faith.

Andrew had asked her that, made her promise, when he told her exactly how weird the situation was likely to get. Faith's not sure if he really knew it was her he was talking to, in that moment, or if part of him thinks it was the other Faith he was asking, the one he was friends with, the one who, apparently, people trusted.

(She was there for Angel when he needed her, when you weren't, and you'll never really forgive yourself, will you, for not being the Faith who helped to save him?)

But damned if she's not going to do it anyway, because Andrew asked her, and she likes the Sarge, and fighting werewolves with silver is tantamount to torture.

It's not just the leader's -jaw- she's trying to break, now.