Beth had the decency to blush. "Yeah, that's the one. We got the wall fixed and everything, though, and since I've been working there a lot, Giles had somebody put in a magic vault, where I can lock up all my books and stuff and nobody else can get into it." A light cough. "It's, uh. Also the same conference room where I nearly killed Davan, but that's all water under the bridge. Your office it is." She started leading the way towards the elevator, and then turned around backwards to talk to him. "Elena said that tai chi might actually be helpful in guiding meditations and maybe taking the edge off the bad dreams I've been having. I know you know it, and I imagine whomever taught you is probably dead a hundred years or so now, but still, I figure it was worth asking you who a good teacher would be before I went out to the local YMCA and signed up for some classes," she chattered. "At this point, I'd stand on my head and sing love songs to a giraffe if I thought it'd help." She paused just long enough to take a breath before launching off into the next babble, because it was not okay in any sense of the word being around Angel, but she knew Angel could smell her nervousness, which made her even MORE nervous, and well, she was babbling. Nervously. "Also, even though I'm keeping my hotel room at the Huntley Arms for... ever, probably, I need to get assigned a lockable space here, because I'm going to go back to Texas for a few days and pack up all my gear. Explain to Tabby what's going on, and I've got a fair sized collection of knives and guns and a few other things I'd like to bring out, and I don't think a hotel is going to let me stash those things in their safe, you know?"