When the door opened, Giles' racing mind shut down momentarily. Certainly there had been a rather startled deer moment to this entire situation. But to actually see Jenny standing before him was something for which he doubted he would ever be prepared.
He had seen her, spoken to her on the network, but Rupert Giles very seldom believed technology. There was no tactile feedback, no sensory confirmation that whatever was across the screen was even real. He nearly dropped the objects in his arms to reach out and verify what his eyes were seeing.
"Oh." The question, had he thought it through more, would have registered as less than serious, but the entire situation was entirely disarming. Instead Giles stammered out without a sense of irony. "Did you need one of those?