"Ah Faith, you met her? She's... yea." She wasn't sure if she should bring more people into this mess with Faith. Needless worry. Because they'd have to save her. So the worry wasn't needed. Only as a motivation, rather. "I think there's something wrong with all of us here, though. That's - that's why they pick us," Buffy pointed out, stretching her neck upwards as her eyes dropped closed momentarily. It felt good to feel out of this world for a moment. But there were too many reasons why she couldn't allow more than a moment of that feeling. She wasn't in the position to play hookey, or whatever they called it. (Although, in high school she had done it plenty - she'd just never gotten the term down right.)
She had now fixed her head back to it's normal position, looking as alert as she could at the moment with a bit of alcohol buzzing in her system. "That's good to hear." She found herself smirking at his comment about blatant evil. "You're not half bad." She leaned over to check the cell phone he offered. "Yup, that's the one. I mean, I'm pretty sure. I should probably have memorized the number...but I kind of suck at memorization." She held up a finger to indicate one minute.
Reaching into her back pocket she pulled out her silver cell phone and opened it up, going about the motions to pull up The Hyperion's number. Holding up her cell phone next to the one he was holding, she was able to confirm the numbers were the same. "Looks like you've got it."