[Buffy went out looking for Angel. Mostly because she could. There wasn't a bad omen or an apocalypse in the making. She walks in just in time to see the dropping of the cross and smell burned flesh. She's a little bit perturbed because he's hurting himself. She waves her hand in front of her nose then crosses her arms over her chest.]
We're going to need some more incense in here.
I guess I should have known you still had the masochistic thing when we started...whatever again. You know, vampire, slayer...didn't think you'd get all burny in the process.