There was a small smile at the introduction, accepting the handshake warmly. If Buffy was the sort to notice, it was fairly obvious that Star worked with her hands, rough patches and calluses and grease under her nails no matter how often she washed.
She tilted her head again, brow creasing as she crossed out what she'd written before, one quick line through each before writing: So it's true? About the demons. People believed it, but she still wasn't entirely sure she did, not sure this wasn't all some Cyberdyne think-tank that she'd been thrown into in an attempt to locate the rest of the Resistance.