Her nose wrinkled as he described his nosy neighbor, though she had to admit it was pretty damn funny that a ninety-year-old woman thought she had a chance with Dean. Hey, whatever kept her going. "Uhh, yeah, then you're definitely right. I really don't want some old lady getting her jollies by listening to whatever it is we'd be doing in here."
Buffy let him guide her towards the door, hands on her hips. As she stepped outside, she saw the door across the hall close and arched a brow, "Wow," she laughed, shaking her head, "And here I thought I had no privacy with a zillion slayers milling about."
She headed towards his car, still stepping carefully on the increasingly snow-covered ground, "I'm not too sure," she said, honestly, "Maybe we'll just go down a few streets and see if we spot anything," she suggested, hoping his car would be all right in this rather surprising weather.