[ if it wasn't for the fact that she is having a rotten, migrainey kind of day, buffy might have been more reassuring. instead she looks at him with a touch of indignation. ] God, no. I was trying to tell you, like, a month ago. That fire died out peacefully. In its sleep. And no neither of us were surprised.

[ she actually feels a little stupid in this closet, so she might move as if to walk out. ] It's not even a desire, Jack. The Buffybot was programmed to say and..do those things.