Any preemptive protectiveness that Buffy was ready to just exude upon meeting this Doctor or whatever he called himself melted away into wide-eyed bewilderment as the extremely kooky-looking guy in the suspenders opened the door. She blinked twice, trying to clear her vision in case this was some kind prophetic, Slayer-dream she'd slipped into out of nowhere with strange men going off about tingly goo and giving air kisses. Nope. He was still very much there and still very much the embodiment of all that was strange. Giles had made her study demonic mating habits, and yet she had the oddest feeling that nothing in the realm of Slayer Weird could touch this guy.
Thankfully, Willow showed up, and there was full-contact hugging that jolted her out of her state of awkward confusion. Buffy returned the hug. "Yeah, Master Ambrose was all the fine with it," she said, thankful that she managed to remember to use his title in front of the Doctor.
"Nice to meet you, Doctor..." she her voice trailed off, and she shook her head, still trying to process what he'd just said. "I'm sorry. Pirates and Indians?"