The weird white noise flickers through the dream again when he says his name, and she pauses for a tiny, fractional moment, long enough for Jack to see her more clearly. She's definitely not the Faith he knew. Younger, for one thing, clearly still just a teenager. Heavy makeup, flashy attention-grabbing clothing designed to be provocative rather than practical.

And then the pause passes, and her face and voice take on the same arrogant sneer.

"Last guy I played with wasn't so chatty."

She spreads her arms, as if inviting him to attack, as she starts slowly backing away again. When the sneer fades, what he glimpses beneath seems... tense. Twitchy. A totally different beast from the Faith he's familiar with, like she's only barely keeping a handle on something volatile.

"Just try to put up a better fight than he did."