"Law enforcement," Buffy said with a roll of her eyes. "Can you picture me as a cop? I don't do navy and those tacky shoes," she shivered slightly thinking about it. Then again it could be like being a slayer right? Catching bad guys and all was like catching demons. Except ...well ugly uniforms.
"So," Buffy cocked her head to the side. "Do I pass?"
She couldn't believe Willow was here. A Willow who was pretty much her Willow. It really was taking all of Buffy's self control to not wrap her arms around the red head in a tight, tight hug. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad here after all. Willow always had a way of making the bad things better - most bad things at least. Besides maybe Willow could help her make sense of a few things, in particular a certain FBI agent, older!Xander and Spike.
At least with Willow here there was someone else who didn't know things everyone else did. Part of Buffy was curious to know about her future, what happened to her and them, what fights they won. But the other half was terrified of that idea. It was bad enough there had been another version here, one that seemed to be a bit overbearing and well...a bitch.
[ooc: /hides. sorry for being so late. And I hope I got the career right, I went back to double check but yeah...haha.]