For distraction, Buffy took a stab at repeating back the words that Kenshin said. "Sugoi de godzilla?" Okay, so she forgot how the last bit went. It happened. "It's a monster-sized amount of goodness, huh?" It was actually sort of freeing to talk to someone who might not understand (especially about godzilla). Effortless, in a way.
She nodded, encouraged by the look in his eyes. "Yes. Patrol. Protect. Preserve from peril and defend from the dangers that lurk in the darkness. And the ones that lurk in the light too, you'd be surprised by how many lurkers don't have enough shame to hide when they really ought to know better." She glanced to the side. "Or maybe you wouldn't. All I've got are assumptions here."
She wished he spoke English or she spoke Japanese. He seemed like an interesting guy who'd have something to say if he only had the words to say it with.
They emerged from the alley just then and the complex was in sight. "We're here," Buffy sang out, like they'd just been on a long journey and had finally made it, and led the way around to the front. Clothes from the donation box, an apartment, a computer, food -- that's what he'd need first off.