FAITH:

^{_{“Dunno, Queen C, but I’m willin’ to bet it’s a problem,” Safe. Snug as a bug in a rug, yo. Safest Slayer there ever was– she might, in fact, be hella more protective than B, honest to god, hand to heart, but it’s not really her fault. She’s the hero type deep down. Nobody’s ever}} bothered ^{_{to look. “Wouldn’t figure it a good idea to take it on if I don’t know, either. Angel’s probably got a little more knowledge to drop on it, before I hurl myself.”}}

^{_{There’s a weird, unconscious need to be}} careful ^{_{when she reaches up and takes the hand against her shoulder, squeezes it softly. She thinks the thing doesn’t see them– she thinks it might be motion-based– won’t see until they move. “Hate to be pushy, but I’m def faster’n you. I’m the Flash. Gotta problem with me pickin’ you up, gettin’ you outta here?” Voice calm, lower, “Don’t wanna leave you in the dust. Just don’t wanna freak you out. Cool?”}}

     Cordelia hadn’t expected the Slayer’s proposal to be to run, not to fight, but if that means getting out of here? There’s no way she’ll complain. “If it means I don’t have to end up being THAT thing’s dinner? You can carry me all the way back to Sunnydale for all I care.” she answers, the words a more colorful echo of her thoughts just moments before – though her voice is just a little too high, slender fingers tightening around black-polished ones. Not that she’s slow by any means – years of cheerleading, gymnastics, and running for her life from the big, the bad, and the UGLY weren’t for nothing, after all – but Cordelia would be a complete idiot if she thought she could outrun pretty much anything, or anyone, of the ‘unknown supernatural’ variety without a little help.