Face blank for a moment, (she both needs to register this little turn of events and also finish chewing whatever seafood-based deliciousness she'd just shoved in her gullet) Faith just kind of stares at Angel trying to connect the dots and figure out just what she is supposed to have broken out o-- oh. Oh.

"N...ot me," she finally says after gulping. Faith lifts up her still-affixed cuffs, a lopsided grin accompanying them now. "Didn't even break these off. Toeing the line, like I said."

And if that sounded faintly like 'nyah nyah,' well, congratulations. You speak Faith. Everyone is sorry.

"I'm actually pretty sure this is some kinda freaky dream..." Which has been decided by the infant in her vicinity that she looks very obviously uncomfortable about, if the way she is staring at it is any indication. Yep. "Or...well, nightmare."