That gets a laugh out of Faith -- just a bark that's as much surprise as it is amusement. Something that feels familiar. And she knows if she examines it too closely, it might fall out of her hands.

So, she just grabs one of the books from his armful and keeps moving. Just keep moving, and maybe she won't have to think about anything too much.

"Not even a good comparison, psh." Faith's face twists to show her lack of being impressed at Angel's hell, and intent to derail this into a pissing match. "Nothing on prison food, let me tell you."