The Slayer allowed herself to relax a little as she caught her phone. It vanished back into her pocket and she smiled at him. "That wouldn't be surprising. I'm here and I don't believe it half the time." She stopped her leaning and after another quick survey of the area she deemed it 'safe'. "There's no official place to stay, but most of us gravitate toward the Winters Manor. Misty, that's owner, is decent enough to let us stay and work if we need to." Of course, she wasn't exactly working there anymore, not since her new employment, but she'd still gotten to keep her room. Maybe Misty was just letting everyone stay free and using the work trade to officially pay anyone that needed it. That was too hopeful to think, wasn't it? "It's a nice place as long as you like big drafty manors that you share with strangers."
She gestured toward Harley, who she knew was still out there, "And you know, you can stop lurking, Harley. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get struck by a magic missile or something." She wasn't meaning to sound disrespectful to magic, but she wasn't a witch and keeping track of what spells were real and what Xander and Andrew did with those games of theirs was a chore in itself. She pointed to herself, "For the official record, I'm Buffy Summers, by the way. The lurker of the graveyard over there that I'm calling out is Harley.. she was the one I mentioned earlier with the chickens."