That voice, Faith doesn't mind so much. Not like she's itching to let anyone in on her angst about the Mayor, but Casey's all right. He doesn't even know who Wilkins is, doesn't know about poor stupid little Faithy, so desperate for a daddy she let a demon step in because he offered her milk and cookies.

"Five by five, Killer." She's obviously lying, but hey. That's always been her thing, too.