"Yeah...well." she blinked, trying to think of something, anything that would explain loose chains. "...other slayers hitting it, it's only so long before it breaks." she turned to look at the bag again, nudging the thing with her foot. Sorry, mister punching bag, that you became a victim of a Slayers temper.
Did they have a Marvel and DC count under the roof? She had just assumed that they all piled together in that building for the Justice League. Maybe she needed to figure out who was actually all living in this building. "No." she said to the loose wires, at least she hadn't broken anything else. "Not so much training. I just felt like working with the bag for a while." until she had effectively killed it without resolving a damn thing.
She should probably just go out and kill something, maybe that would help her out. Probably not, chances are it would be a quick fix and then she'd slump again, it had happened before. Stupid Powers, stupid hotel, stupid team, stupid all of it. Stupid spaz cases of past versions of herself that had caused her to be knocked down a whole lot of notches since arriving here.
Without a doubt she could say she hated it here. She loved some of the people, but being stuck here, she hated. She wanted her own life back. She didn't want to go through all this Twilight crap again. She wanted to back to where she had been, with the plan that had been a go. Buffy just wanted to be able to her herself.