Anger wasn't something that came naturally....and something about directing it at Jack, even when it was well deserved, felt a bit like kicking a puppy.

She closed her eyes as he backed away, taking a steadying breath, before looking back at Buffy. Then up at Geordie, his lanky form stretching at least a head over the two smaller women. She could see that familiar uncertainty sitting in his eyes--the same, guarded expression that showed up whenever he'd been listening too long to one of Christy's stories, or on rainy days when he couldn't quite convince himself he'd imagined Sam and her ghost. It was the look he got when he desperately didn't want to believe the impossible reality that was turning out to be all too possible.

There had been so many times when she'd mused over this. What would Geordie say to that? Yet, as crazy and impossible as this place could be, this had still managed to go even more sideways than she'd expected.

The silence lingered for just a moment longer, before she spoke up, her voice surprisingly quiet now that the anger had gone out of it.

"....Welcome to Luceti?"