"Pretty sure that's probably the only thing from any handbook that I actually follow, even the tiniest bit," she said with a grin, grabbing a napkin to wipe some noodle sauce from her face. She had to admit that she did miss the adrenaline rush of slaying, that feeling of, hey, I'm actually kind of a hero when you rescued someone - even if after the fact, no one really paid you much attention as they all tried to rationalize what had happened instead of so easily accepting that no, those were definitely vampires trying to murder you.
Buffy immediately felt guilty for asking the question of how long she'd been there and wished that she could take it back after seeing how Fred had to take a moment to actually think about it. What did it really matter how long she was here? The point is that she was, right? She nodded a little, understanding completely what she meant when she said that it was hard getting used to being here alone. "Yeah, losing Xander only made getting used to things here harder. To go from having this group of people that have your back and you're always with to...nothing much at all..." She shrugged a little and glanced down at her food, idly playing with it once again as she trailed off.
She blinked at Fred's reaction to the less-than-specific Angel question, eyes widening slightly. Was it that unexpected of a question? Or just one that, like Buffy, Fred had been avoiding as well? Was she going to regret asking? "Oh, well...I just meant, you know. With the whole good guy, I have a soul thing. Is that for real?" Biting her lip slightly, she shifted again in her chair. What was it about talking about Angel that made her feel so awkward and uncomfortable? "Because...I really want to believe it is. The only reason he gave to doubt him was when he and Giles were talking about the prophecy and didn't feel the need to include me in that conversation. But..." She let out a sigh, begrudgingly admitting, "Maybe...maybe he really was just trying to look out for me and prevent it from happening without having to worry me. It's not like I took it the best way in the world. Who would?"
She had no idea there were all these different dimensions and worlds that existed before she got here, selfishly figuring that hers was the only one. Why would she ever have thought any different? Or had the time to think any different? It seemed like every week there was a new thing happening in Sunnydale that she had to stop. Oh, it's Tuesday. Time to keep the Hellmouth from opening again. Besides the obvious statement that she was stuck in another dimension, there was another thing that made her perk up slightly and almost immediately ask, "Others? What others? Like...Xander and Willow others? Or other others that I wouldn't know, like you?" She blinked again hearing how Angel had started an investigations agency in Los Angeles. Well, that sort of answered her question about whether or not they got together, didn't it? If they were together, why would he ever leave Sunnydale? Sunnydale - the Hellmouth. There was a lot of action there, right? So why did he need to leave to go to L.A.? "That's...really weird. I can't imagine Angel going out and starting his own business like that. Then again, I guess things change quite a bit from now to then, huh? When does he leave Sunnydale?" she asked before quickly adding as she got another bit of noodles, "You know, for a uh...timeline's sake. Trying to put this all together in my head and all."