She had managed to resist the urge to smile brightly at him, because she didn't want to seem too eager. It was just a walk, not an actual date. Not that she had any idea what to do on one of those. She hadn't had any actual dates since that one dinner with Robin Wood before Sunnydale went off the grid. That was more than a little humbling. Should the opportunity ever present itself to her in this life, Buffy would be at a complete loss at how to handle it.
When he returned, Buffy was more than ready to go. She had already done a quick check that her gear was well hidden, not that she was going to use it, and had even managed a quick check of the hair. Sometimes a little vanity was a good thing. This time, Buffy did smile at him, though it wasn't as bright as it could be. But that wasn't going to stop her any. She looked him over, both in appreciation and out of reflex for safety precautions. She couldn't be too careful, not that she really believed (it was just a smidge) for one minute he was an actual stalker or was out to get her.
She put her own hands in the pockets of her coat as she walked on ahead, assuming he'd catch up. But she did turn to look at him with a small smirk. "So.. who was your Christine?" What? She wanted to find out how far gone he had been before she delved into her dramas. Besides, he might slip and she could piece together what he had done.