"We're not," he points out, frustrated. "They'd be looking for people like us, Buffy, why are you trying to make it easier for them?" He huffs a long suffering sigh succinctly and his brow creases as he looks back at her.

Derek lifts his eyebrows and gives her a patronizing look when she says she can do the "kick thing" because...can she, though? Now that she's kicked a wall and she's limping, can she really? "Yes, I'm sure," he says, crouching down for her to climb onto his back when he gets the feeling that she's going to take him up on the offer.

Once she's started, Derek hooks his elbows behind her knees and stands up straighter, hitching her up on his back a little to make sure she doesn't fall. "It's coming from behind us. I'm one hundred percent sure," he says. Not that he's actually seen anything to back that suspicion up, but...he knows what he heard.