"Pretty easy to see who's new here," Buffy said, coming up to the guy in the kimono. "That's a nice sword you've got," she added with professional interest, that being the second thing about him she noticed after the kimono. She hadn't seen the scar on his averted cheek yet, but a sword was hard to hide.
Sword wasn't her usual choice, and when she had picked one up, it'd usually been a European style weapon, but there was something sleek and deadly about a katana. She held back on the casual comment about decapitating the vampires of this world that the sword brought to mind, though. No point in overloading the guy, he looked uncomfortable enough already.
Poor guy. She hadn't really meant to get involved with a newcomer when she started talking to him on the journals, just to vent a little about the Seal, but it quickly became clear that someone had to, and she'd been keeping to herself for long enough. It was time to be helpful, so she tried on her best friendly smile before heading off to see if she could lead a Japanese newcomer to a love of oreos. Or just to the complex.
The smile was easier to put on than she expected, and it was easy to find the guy she was looking for, and so she was feeling genuinely optimistic when she greeted him.
"I'm Buffy," she continued, sticking out a hand before she thought to wonder if Japanese guys from eighteen sixty-whatever shook hands.