Buffy turned, watching him leave over her shoulder as she stirred the pot. It didn't take long for the canned stuff to cook, after all. Satisfied with it, she picked up the pot by the handle along with her fork, not thinking that civilized places might actually have bowls.
She approached the door that Ambrose had disappeared behind, her ears hearing the audible lock. Convinced that her heightened senses could notice the sound of it unlocking, she moved about to take a very invested tour of the first floor. She took note of every, possible exit, assuming she'd have to sneak out now and again thanks to that "don't go out in public without me" rule. There were parts of the town she needed to scope out, and she'd have to be alone to do it to her satisfaction. She'd have until about noon. Well, maybe an hour or so before. Getting back and cleaning up in case things went south might take time.
Buffy moved to the windows, inspecting them closely for any sort of visible alarm. Oh, and security cameras. She craned her neck, looking for any in nooks and cranies that might be visible as she took a few bites of her ravioli.