It is what it is. No one is making her patrol at night. It's something she's taking upon herself to try and protect people. She shrugs a little. "Maybe I'll check myself into medical for a mental health day," she jokes. She probably won't and if she wanted to, she probably couldn't. She'll survive. Besides, when she really is too tired to function, she'll lock herself in her room after work and sleep for twelve hours straight. She knows she's no good to anyone if she is too exhausted.

"Yeah. You can bring Alcide. I was going to ask him later too." And yeah, she says that without any outward nerves, but her stomach does flutter a little and she chides herself for it. She and Alcide as still exactly where they were before, which is to say dancing around this attraction between them. That is a hundred percent Buffy's fault. They've made a little progress in that they went on an actual date, but it's a relatively small step. Again, totally Buffy's fault. She'll figure it out some day if Alcide sticks around long enough for that.

Despite all of that, she's grateful to hear that it's Zee that was in his (their) room. It probably shows too. "Zee," Buffy nods a little. "I wish we could get down to the bottom of that." The glitches and the memories, dreams, whatever.