Angel's puppet emotions were starting to get the better of him because he looked absolutely pitiful there. Here was Buffy, who was very possibly the love of his life, and she was a teenager again and he was a puppet and everything was seriously screwed up. If he was the age his height would have suggested, he would have started to cry. Thankfully, he hadn't been a child in well over 200 years.
"Yeah, that's the gold guy." He had been around when Star Wars had come out and was well aware of the explosion of nerd that followed. And hey, if he had seen the original movie in theaters three times in a row, who was going to be around to point that out. "Can we go there?" He asked instead, staring up at Buffy with impossibly wide puppety eyes. It would be hard to deny those eyes anything, though no impossible once you remembered that there was a grown vampire trapped in that felty exterior. "I just need to get a better idea of what's going on and..."
Seeing her as a teenager unnerved him a little bit. He couldn't tell if she was at the age where she had already sent him to hell or not. Maybe an adult Xander would have been better to talk to. "...I want to get out of the streets before someone else sees me like this," he finished, though that hadn't been what he had originally meant to say.