"...Don't worry." Her tone shifted. Warmed, almost. Buffy cupped her fingers around her mug and slipped easily into her Mother Hen of the Slayers voice. Inviting, yet firm. Confident but with a bare hint of collaboration. "I'd never ask for anything without a decent briefing."

She took a sip. "There's the version that everyone knows. Right? Buffy Summers -- she defeated the General during the invasion. The stuff of Luceti legend. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you already know that much?"