"Unless they're guards and they're doing their jobs right now," Derek counters, frowning heavily. She's not thinking this through, she can't be. She can't possibly be thinking this through thoroughly or else she would realize that he's onto something here...
Derek looks even more uncomfortable at her suggestion than his own thought that might be night guards. "What do you want to do if it is? Take them on with no weapons? I didn't bring mine," he points out. It's usually so quiet at night and they nearly never see other Alphas in passing, so he's stopped bringing his laser gun along. Derek hates guns. Always has, but especially since having been on the receiving end of a bullet. On multiple occasions.
"There's nobody up there, Buffy, the sound is coming from behind us, I'm telling you," he insists, frowning, and grabbing her shoulder to stop her. "Here, get on my back, you're going to make that worse if you keep trying to limp on it. Then what are we going to do?"
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Derek looks even more uncomfortable at her suggestion than his own thought that might be night guards. "What do you want to do if it is? Take them on with no weapons? I didn't bring mine," he points out. It's usually so quiet at night and they nearly never see other Alphas in passing, so he's stopped bringing his laser gun along. Derek hates guns. Always has, but especially since having been on the receiving end of a bullet. On multiple occasions.
"There's nobody up there, Buffy, the sound is coming from behind us, I'm telling you," he insists, frowning, and grabbing her shoulder to stop her. "Here, get on my back, you're going to make that worse if you keep trying to limp on it. Then what are we going to do?"