Buffy caught the bottle in effortlessly. She wasn't sure what to expect out of Ambrose. She knew he had to know a thing or two about fighting, and he was naturally stronger and faster than she was even counting her gifts as the Slayer. It would be an interesting experience to say the least, one she'd have to kind of feel out along the way.
"I think this is probably the best pair of shoes I have to for occasion," she answered him. She hated to ruin them, but they were the best suited for trouncing through the muck. "Lead the way, suitless Ambrose."