Buffy was starting to faze out mentally when she heard her name, bring her back from the land of the dazed and confused. "Was on patrol in Cleveland," she started to explain and winced when her head jostled and she felt more pain than wanted, "Gonna use your shoulder now," the blonde suddenly said and leaned her head on Green Arrow's shoulder. It beat the constant feeling that her head was going to fall off.
It took her a few minutes to remember she'd been talking and she oddly enough continued where she'd left off. "I was on patrol. Doing what I do, the mighty fleshy oak showed up and started a fight. Then I was here and he wasn't but then he was and you both showed up." She probably shouldn't have been so explainy girl about all of this, but they had just helped her out (they still were) and frankly she just didn't care right now. It was probably the concussion talking and she really wished that slayer healing would fix it soon. "Define regular basis, 'cause what's regular for me might not be for you." There was a beat. "Then again, you two have fun toys so maybe it is normal. Seriously, who goes running around in green leather anyway?"