It was dark enough that Angel had yet to be notice by anything other than a stray animal now and then. He wasn't invisible in the least and it was hard to be stealthy when you were a puppet, but he did his very best as he walked through Lawrence. His plan was to pretend to be a lifeless puppet if anyone happened across him, knowing that he could get away with playing an abandoned toy left by a careless child.
But his preoccupation with his current mission which was to find resources that could get him to L.A. again, seemed to have left him temporarily deaf. Angel should have heard her coming. His vamp card was totally revoked for his failure to hear the blonde teenager coming before she announced herself. He was a puppet, goddammit, not deaf. He blamed his lack of forewarning on trying to figure out where he was going, because he had just been considering climbing into a nearby manhole, when Buffy's voice cut through the air.
Slowly, he turned to face her. Even if it the only sources of light came from the street lamps, there was no mistaking the blonde in front of him for anyone else.
"Buffy?" He was completely dumbfounded by not only the fact that she was in Kansas of all places, but also because she was very obviously a teenager. He knew what an adult Buffy looked like and he remembered very well what a teenage Buffy had looked like. This girl in front of him was clearly in the latter category. "Why are you so young?" He asked, sounding completely stupefied and apparently not realizing that it was probably a little more concerning to her that he was a freaking puppet.