Buffy struggled pointlessly when she was scooped up, sufficiently drained enough to not make much of an impact. She didn't want to rest. She was done here for the time being. She didn't know what to think about any of it, but she knew she needed a lot of time to do that. With the amount of time she'd probably be spending locked in a room after Ambrose found out about all of this, she'd probably get said time soon enough.
"I-I have to go home. Ambrose'll be worried. And angry. But mostly worried until I come back," she said. "I can walk. Let me go!"