Confused

"Hi J- mom!" Faith said.

Ok, downside to plans to expose Buffy's body for fun, actually trying to explain them away. She straightened, then relaxed, then quickly tried to imagine how Buffy would act if she'd been caught naked-

Which was a distracting thought. She shifted, pressing her legs together again, but standing straight like she hadn't a care in the world.

"Uh. Dear. You're, uh..." Joyce said.

She pointed rather than put it into words. Faith took the excuse to once more look down at Buffy's nudity, then looked back up, managing a vaguely Buffy-ish giggle.

"Oh, right, yeah," Faith said. Did that sound like Buffy? No clue. "I'm just trying something. You know how it is, Slayer stuff."

"Which needs you to be..."

"Yeah!" Faith said, warming to her theme. "Want to be at the top of my game, you know? It's supposed to attune me with the early Slayers, primeval ones, all that. After Faith got so close, I want to be sure I can protect you."

Joyce blinked. Faith shifted slightly, keeping her arms to her sides.

In and of itself, nudity had never really been a big problem for her, even back in her own body. True, she wouldn't have gone full time like she was planning to now, but she hadn't particularly cared who'd gotten a look.

Now though she actively wanted people to see her. She wasn't dumb, she knew this was just a big finish; chances were Buffy would get away soon enough and make it back to Sunnydale, she just wanted to be sure Buffy's return would be the best it could be.

Whatever happened after that, she'd be content in the knowledge that all of Buffy's friends could easily imagine and remember every inch of her body.

She found that she could stand there pretty casually, not even a flush in her cheeks while she wore nothing but a slipped-on pair of shoes. It was a far cry from how she imagined Buffy would act.

Joyce, meanwhile, still seemed confused. It was hard to tell if she was more flattered or concerned by her daughter's seeming willingness to expose herself.

It was as good a start as any, though Faith couldn't wait to get out. To think of how many more people she could show Buffy's body off to... Just imagining it made her fidget impatiently.

"Oh, uh, Willow wanted to talk to you," Joyce said.

"I'll pay her a visit," Faith said, doing her best perky voice.

She turned, hips swaying slightly. Joyce coughed awkwardly.

"Don't you, uh, want to put on a jacket first?" Joyce said.

"Not that cold," Faith said. She shrugged. "Where is Willow anyway?"