[The City is kind enough to dump Buffy into the fountain. She comes up sputtering, pushing her hair out of her face. She's got on a gold mini dress, brown high heeled boots and she's carrying a wicked looking scythe]
So not where I thought the hole of suck was going to take me. I would have worked harder at getting away.
[She slogs her way out of the fountain and looks around. Despite the flippant commentary, her body language is defensive.]
Alright, no flying cars, no freaky future mini-me with pink and black hair trying to prove herself and—Ooooh! Coffee. I could really go for a mocha right now.
[Refocusing except she's not unfocused. She's still defensive, still on task and completely at odds with her words and tone]
Someone wanna let Buffy in on the joke? Anytime now. That'd be fantastic.
So not where I thought the hole of suck was going to take me. I would have worked harder at getting away.
[She slogs her way out of the fountain and looks around. Despite the flippant commentary, her body language is defensive.]
Alright, no flying cars, no freaky future mini-me with pink and black hair trying to prove herself and—Ooooh! Coffee. I could really go for a mocha right now.
[Refocusing except she's not unfocused. She's still defensive, still on task and completely at odds with her words and tone]
Someone wanna let Buffy in on the joke? Anytime now. That'd be fantastic.