Buffy was completely consumed in her own thoughts as she stood there staring at Spike, looking at him as if he'd been lost to her for hundreds of years and she finally had him back. It was what it felt like, though, and she really didn't care who knew it. She was past that nonsense, hiding her feelings for someone she cared about as much as she cared about Spike. That was where all of the trouble had really started, honestly, hiding and sneaking and not admitting the way she felt. But being back in Los Angeles was like wiping off the slate and starting clean. She'd been changed in ways that she'd never expected, but hopefully, it would help with her relationships with certain people. Namely Spike.
The brief jolt of the elevator doors as they began to groan shut ripped Buffy out of her silent reverie, and she blinked rapidly a few times to clear her head. She took a step back to give Spike more room to exit the elevator, though that was the only reason she'd moved away from him.
All she could do was smile a bit in response to his compliment. "Walking's good," she replied with a nod. "I don't know which room is mine anymore, if they kept my old one for me or not, so...yes, with the walking." It would probably be a good idea to get a look at the new layout, even though that was also an excuse.