"Sure am," Buffy replied without skipping a beat. Sometimes she felt like that wasn't entirely true with the whirlwind that had been the past, few years. Prophecy girl, Chosen One... She felt like an idea more than a person most of the time, but reminded herself that she still was, well, it was important. Besides, she wasn't about to explain the complexities of Slayerdom to a kid.
It was weird, the eerie tingling in the back of her mind. She'd have to get used to being around so many Supernaturals.
"Do you live with either of your parents or a Master?" Buffy decided to ask, worried a bit more now that she knew the girl was a slave but not letting it seep into her voice as she spoke. She wanted to make sure Edith was in a relatively safe environment without coming right out and asking.