[She didn't party in Italy, nor did she send Andrew. She can actually thank Giles for both of those. Giles...who Angel killed. She looks stricken and hurt. It's hard to hear him say her name knowing what they so recently had and what it caused. She looks down at her feet, arms wrapping around her waist almost instinctively.]
You're back.
[Brilliant. They are the smoothest of smooth.] I mean--Hey. [Her brow furrows a moment.] You don't remember the last time you were here, do you?