She sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose. She once again settled her hands on her hips. Buffy wasn't quite sure what she was the most bothered by, really. Jack's insistent nakedness or that discomforting sensation of adrenaline leaving the body or perhaps the vicious (or so she'd heard it) way in which Jack had claimed two individuals in a way that she could not even begin to explain the wrongness of.

"...You know what?" Buffy looked at Jilly because she was just about the only person the Slayer could currently look at without feeling either terribly regretful or terribly humiliated.

"I'm gonna go get him some pants."

And she marched out of the room.