Andrew watched as Buffy digested everything she was telling him. Now that she was calm she seemed to be processing things a little easier, although she still seemed off. Of course, that made sense, now that Andrew knew she’d either been dead or just recently not-dead when the Seal pulled her here. It wasn’t an easy adjustment, being dead and then suddenly waking up to the world again. He hadn’t been in Heaven in the period between having his throat ripped into and waking up alone, or if he was he had no memory of it, but it still wasn’t an easy wake-up call. He wished he could say that this place would give her the time she needed to adjust, but it probably wouldn’t. War never really allowed for little things like personal peace.
When she pushed off from the wall he just watched, thinking she was going to start walking again. She seemed to have some kind of purpose for a second, but then as she stopped, that seemed to fade. That was for the best, because he still needed to tell her about the rest of what was happening here. He didn’t move any closer, but he did tilt his head and call her name gently to get her attention. “Buffy, listen. The hole in reality pulling people into this dimension isn’t the only problem here. There are some other things you should know, but I don’t know if the middle of the street is the place to talk about them. The place I mentioned, it’s an apartment complex that somehow or other has the funding to provide people like us free housing. We should go there, I can get you set up with a roof for while you’re here and tell you about the other things you need to know here. Alright?”