Buffy nods and casts her eyes to the ceiling where the cameras are. She knows they're real. She's believed they're real from the moment she woke. She's also learned that you shouldn't talk too much about 'home' or about the glitches being real. Those are things the computer will catch onto. "They feel real."

"Yeah, I think that's an older sibling thing. I'm over protective and Dawn. I prod into her life and her business." Her attention goes to Alcide's hair. She remembers tangling her fingers in it and her gaze goes right back down to the space between them on the bed. "It's probably nice though. I would think anyway, having someone that worried about you and was protective of you." She'd lost her mom several years ago and she still misses her every day.

"One of my best friends did construction," she comments. She vaguely remembers there being some conversation about construction and Alcide's tan. It's all a blur though. "Is that always what you wanted to do?"