For a split second before Harley had opened her mouth, Buffy had been almost willing to take the blonde's help over the archer. The split second after she started talking pretty much made Buffy rethink that option completely. Was it just the head injury or was Harley a little too overprotective of a stranger? Either way, Buffy was starting to think that leather or not the Green Arrow was the safer option.
Gee, which would she prefer? Being treated like a booze hound or a damsel in distress? Her head hurt and she really didn't care for the idea of being dragged around like dead dog on a leash, so she opted for the more dignified of the two. "I'll take being Maid Marian over being the town drunk. Beer bad and all that." Besides, in the off chance she actually lost consciousness, being carried was the safest bet for her. "And I think I'm past the point of being offended. I think I just want to sleep." That probably wasn't a good sign so despite the fact her eyelids felt extra heavy she was going to stay awake. "So what are you guys anyway? Escapees from an asylum? Rogue demon hunters?" Maybe talking would help keep her eyes open. "What are those things Andrew talks about.. uh.. Larvas? LARPers? Whatever."