"No shit." Her voice lacks the usual rancor, and she's purposefully staring away from the bed, where Wilkins is staring at her like something out of the horror flicks she used to sneak into as a kid. "Never would've guessed."

Wilkins is moving closer, and before she can help it Faith flinches, burrowing back into the wall like she can disappear into it. Screw Wes seeing her weak and scared, screw everything but not letting whatever the hell this thing is touch her.