Sorry, Derek. She's the girl that walks into an alley yelling 'is someone there'. Of course, she's also used to being the thing that monsters have nightmares about. She hasn't quite gotten the hang of fragile human yet. She is a pretty decent fighter even human though, thanks to all the practice she'd gotten being slayer-y.

"No," she says, giving him a look because right now she feels good: fearless, the way that she remembers feeling in her glitches. "Don't you want to figure out who's up and what they're doing?"

She presses on toward where she thinks she's hearing the sound, pressing close to the wall and turning the corner quickly, kicking out with one leg.

"Ow," she says .005 seconds after she kicks the wall. "Wall hard. Buffy's foot, not so much."