He glanced up, looking into her eyes as the young woman approached him. She was pretty, and small in stature, and the idea that she spent her nights ridding the world of vampires and other creatures of the night almost made him chuckle. Almost.
He would have been polite, and extended his hand, with a word that it was nice to meet her, but it didn't really seem appropriate, with everything going on. She seemed that she could care less about formalities, and more about getting down to business.
He nodded. "Ready, willing, and I'm sure I'll be able, once you show me what I'm working with."
He glanced up as the new-ish Terminator came up to them, and nearly rolled his eyes. He'd known the "tin can", as his late (and also not-yet-born) father had once called them to his mother, had been staying at the hotel. He'd heard it mentioned on the boards, among other places.
He glanced back at Buffy. "I don't really see that it's necessary for this sack of bolts and nuts to tag along, but if it's cool with you..." John trailed off, sighing. In all honesty, he was used to it, after his experiences as a child. He knew this Terminator, like the previous one he'd known, had a mission, and would be determined to fill it, no matter what.