She just nodded, then looked behind her, half expecting someone else to come running down the stairs and break the the tension and awkward feeling she could probably push on in the air. "Yeah...I know." she explained, her hands coming together in a bit of nervous action. "At least I heard...from Faith, that you were dust." her thoughts started to mush together, doing that rambling thing she sometimes did. "At least this version. But, it doesn't matter what version you are." or did it?
"I'm not the Buffy from here." she explained, a slight smile on her face. "I'm a different one..." which would be obvious if she wasn't the Buffy from here. Smooth, Summers. "Actually...in my world...you were sort of in hell." she explained, trailing off quietly at the end.
Had she ever expected to see him again? No, she hadn't. If he ever got out, she expected she'd be dead by then. "Senior Partners." she explained, now half wondering what world he was from.
She should be half mad at him. She'd taken over Wolfram and Hart, it seemed to everyone he'd switched sides. But he was here, alive. At the moment she couldn't make herself care that she wasn't supposed to trust him. Then again, that was the affect he always had on her. Just like she couldn't bring herself to be mad a Giles or Faith when they had showed up in Scotland in her world. It just wasn't worth it.
Her feet took her closer without even thinking about it. She stopped at arms length away, half wondering if he'd rather she'd stay back, or maybe if she touched him, he'd vanish.