The last time Faith stumbled onto the ship, it was in cuffs, at a fancy party. This time, it's in formalwear, on the deck. A hot pink bodycon dress, heels -- even dangling earrings. She's also covered in blood.

She looks about as comfortable as a pig in a bath.

This is probably indicated by the way she pulls her hair out of its updo, and then begins to pull off the heels. Over the side they go to glop! into the ocean beyond.

The part of her that does look recognizable is the sword in her hand, coated with the same blood that stains her dress and is drying and cracking on her skin.

"Where the hell are those freaking beach towels...?" She grumbles, and begins rooting around the deck doors for the linen closet so that she can clean off her favorite weapon. And she'll probably have to clean up all the drops of blood she leaves behind along the way.

Messy, messy slayer social worker...