"Faith's helpful like that. Too bad she's...er, busy, right now." Yea, that was smooth. On the level of smoothness? A total ten! Or not.
Lindsey - er- Eliot, mentioned something about an associate of his. "It has to be tough, not to have anyone else from your old reality here. I'm lucky, I have a couple. Of course one is a total stalkery perv that I try to avoid at all costs, and would rather do without. But otherwise, yaaay - friends." She waved a tiny pretend flag in the air. "Without my friends, I'd probably be in trouble more than I usually am. They're super supportive. Like a spider web without the sticky stuff."
When he complimented her on being a decent drinking partner, she smiled over to him. "Back atcha."
As they were comparing phones, Buffy put hers down on the bar as she snatched his. A few moments later, she'd programmed her name 'Hot Blonde who Kills Things' and number into his phone. While handing it back to him she announced proudly, "Even better, you can call me."