"I figured," Gunn returned. He didn't know what to make of the Kara comment, blissfully unaware that there was anything strange going on aside from the 40 Days and 40 Nights of rain and the dark, sunless sky.
"They never hit you with anything cool." Then Fred chirped in with the strength and brain-sponge powers, and he felt the need to correct himself so no one was offended. "Not my style of cool, anyway. Sounds more like Angel's type of fun." Fun for the people who enjoyed sitting alone for long periods of time, pining over love lost or reading mystery novels by candlelight in the honeymoon suite of their privately owned hotel.
Furrowing his brow, Gunn looked around, particularly up the main sets of stairs that his former boss always had a penchant for appearing at the top of, silent as only a two-hundred-and-fifty-year-old vampire could get.
And as a side job, I also dispense sarcastic comments.
He pointed at the tiny blonde while at the same time taking a seat at the bottom of the little flight of stairs leading in from the back, then looked up at Fred. "I've been replaced," he sighed, dejected-like.