"We really need to work out a nickname for you that isn't Captain."

She gave him a shrug. "As good as one can be, I guess. Got a place, got clothes, and I've got free food and a good turkey to look forward to. Who could ask for more?" Truth be told, it was hard. She was three years behind everyone from home - so she'd gathered from Buffy and Angel, not mentioning Melaka and her two hundred and some years on her - and she constantly found herself walking blindly into spoilers. She figured it'd get to a point where she couldn't have a conversation at all due to those pesky things.