Why the hell was he laughing? Buffy tried not to look upset by how frigid and empty the sound was. She remembered similar chuckles from Daniel, full of amusement at the fantastic blunders she managed during her years learning how to be the Slayer. This one just seemed hollow and dark, and it hurt her to listen to it.
Then he produced a bottle of blood, and it so was painfully obvious who it belonged to that she didn't bother to think she might've been making a wrong assumption. Buffy stalked over to him, some part of her wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Tell me that isn't Evie's because I swear if it is..."