Buffy got out of the car. The house before her was massive in comparison to anything she'd ever stayed in for any decent period of time. It might has well have been a mansion to her. Still, she tried not to look too impressed. There was probably a creepy dungeon-basement somewhere. She shrugged, nodding as she observed the cars. She quickly dismissed the idea of being taught to drive. Ambrose couldn't be that much of an idiot as to let her touch a vehicle, so she made her way to the front of the garage.
"Why's that? You have a bunch of enemies that you made at Vampire Poker Night or something?" she asked, making up for irritation with her signature, charming sass. That would be a difficult rule to follow what with her mission here being to help as many people as she could.