Mister? Buffy was calling him mister? She didn't do that. Not when she wasn't just messing around, that is. And considering people didn't usually start goofing around as soon as they landed in Lawrence, plus the fact that Buffy had her fighting stance on? No. She wasn't joking around with the mister part. She meant it.
And she was asking who he was.
Then little things about Buffy started to sink in. The major one was that she looked a lot younger than she should be. Like. High school younger. And there were the clothes. Now, Andrew was no fashionista, he liked his jeans, t-shirts, and open button downs too much for that, but even he knew those clothes were outdated. Like. Way outdated.
This was definitely up there on the list of worst punches to the gut that the seal had dealt him. Buffy didn't know him. The main person that had stood between him and a lot of people that showed up thinking he was all evil still, and she didn't know him. Yeah, it was running pretty much neck in neck with the seal taking James away from him right as he started being as content as he possibly could be in a place like this.
"My name's Andrew Wells. Just hear me out," he started frowning, putting his hands up in front of him in a sort of I Mean No Harm way. "You might know my brother Tucker? Maybe? If so, don't judge me on him. This is Lawrence, Kansas, and there's an Apocalypse under way. The Biblical kind. Angels, demons, the whole thing. And it's an alternate dimension. Seals were broken to release Lucifer to get the Apocalypse started, and one of them started bringing people here randomly from different worlds and different times. In my time, I've been a Watcher for you for a few years now."
Yes. He was aware that his mini-spiel was bound to confuse, but he hoped that a little bit would sink in and she wouldn't start with the punching.