( welcome to the club, Faith. Buffy's brain is having the same issue. and she already knows this place has a tendency to pull people from different times. it's just well, she never expected people from home to be pulled from different times. )

Old. ( she blurts out in agreement but not in regards to herself, covering her mouth with a hand immediately after the word tumbles out and resumes her staring. because wow is right. the relief at seeing a familiar face is forgotten as she tries to process, ) How? I mean, I know how, obviously. I'm just... you're old. In a good way. Especially since we're told Slayer life expectancy isn't exactly all that great, but you─ ( she lowers her hand and makes a sweeping gesture to Faith. ) ─you look great for...? ( her compliment trails off, leaving room for Faith to chime in with exactly how old is old. )