There was an entirely sympathetic nod at the first statement, she did too from time to time, like when there were rocks around making her think that the place had been overrun by Terminators. That hadn't been fun, and if it hadn't been for Xander she probably would've wound up dead with her crazy idea to freeze herself so they couldn't track her. She realized now that it had been crazy, but at the time it seemed perfectly reasonable.
The next note was a little more cramped, running out of room on her current sheet, but too used to using all the available space before moving on to a new page: Bobby Singer, he's not here at the apartment, he's in South Dakota, but he's put up posts on the messageboard about it. Haven't seen him in a week or two, probably because he's busy with the training.