Buffy giggled, almost snorting martini through her nose. The very idea that even drunk she needed protecting amused her but it was also nice. No guy had really tried to take care of her since Angel. "Thank you and I thought there were no gentlemen in New York City," she said. She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear and thought about his questions for a moment. "Well I grew up in California. I'm working in Scotland right now at a girl's school. My mom died when I was twenty and dad has been absent since I was seventeen but I've got a sister named Dawn. She's twenty. I've got a Giles, which is like a father figure but stuffy and English and not related to me."

She took a sip of her drink and went over what she'd done. "Shopping, Empire State Building, Dracula on Broadway which was a hoot and a half and so far...that's about it. I have plans to do more. I just haven't gotten around to it yet. I've only been here for a few days."

She tilted her head at him realizing that she'd been doing all the talking. "Oh. My. God. I am so rude. I've just been rambling like an idiot. I don't know anything about you other than your name is Danny Messer and you sound like Rocky. Which is kinda a nice thing. My Mom used to say he can call me 'Yo Adrienne' anytime. Which I agreed with. Even if he's old now. Which this is not about me. What do you do, Danny?"