"If you haven't forgotten, I was built to fight vampires and-" Buffy paused in the mid of her retort, realizing that the she wasn't exactly equipped to handle witches. "Well, I was built to fight vampires anyway. But that's not the point! If anyone had died, I would've been really pissed off. Like beyond the normal scope of pissed off. I would be in the dangerous, marginal red zone at the end of the pissed off meter." She rose to sit up, tucking her knees under herself and actually winging the couch pillow at his head to demonstrate this.
She paused, however, when he offered to help her with her problems, narrowing her eyes warily. "This is some kind of mind game, isn't it? Just the other week, it's all 'Daniel is dead, Buffy. I am that which remains,'" she attempted an amusing try at mimicking his voice and accent, "and now you want to help? I'm getting mixed signals here, Danius."