"...Please. Don't feel obligated to be nice to me just so you can live. I promise I also have a long-standing history of helping insufferable people. Call it a character flaw. Or equal opportunity heroism."

Her fingers knotted up in the borrowed tie. She was always a little...unsettled by tooting her own horn. It never had to be done, back home. The Slayer was the Slayer. Simple fact. People understood what that meant.