Not a fan of coffee, Buffy immediately felt guilty that Sam had so politely handed over his drink to her. Taking a sip, she wished she could secretly dump a cup of sugar in it. "Thanks."
Sam was all-business, already walking into the kitchen to retrieve more of the bitter drink that everyone was addicted to: coffee. Buffy tried to realize that feeling sour that Sam didn't want to banter with her wasn't wrong or bad. It was good, in fact. Not to mention, they had an entire car ride for that. Unless he was the type who liked to ride in silence. That? That would be a problem. Oy. Buffy took a long gulp of the coffee, following into the kitchen.
"Guess we're going," she repeated. Not wanting to take the mug of coffee in a car, she fell silent and took several long gulps until there was only a drop left. "Excellent," she said as she felt a jolt of caffeine. Even if it worked, the stuff tasted horrible. Her tongue was scarred for life by the taste, she was certain. To run it under water would look silly, so - she didn't.
She hoped she didn't throw up. That would be of the bad.
Bobby wasn't fooled by Buffy's act, but he didn't say anything about it. He just nodded and took the mug appreciatively. "Be safe."
"The safest," replied Buffy - trying to get into work mode. She didn't have her license, so she hoped she wouldn't be asked to drive at any point.