Fred winced a little at Angel's return to brooding. She hadn't meant to let the Buffy bit slip, but she was all about full disclosure, mostly. She just moved to the receptionist's desk and hoisted herself up to listen. Smart boys. They were all smart, and sweet, and broody. There was definitely a pattern forming as far as she could tell.
She shifted a little to sip at her coffee, peeking at the three men. Angel and Wes had a few secrets, but they were probably future oriented.
"There's a creature that can shift time and space? Like Q or somethin'? You know, Star Trek Q. Not Q Bond Q, but I bet if you gave him enough time..." Sip the coffee, and shut up, Fred. Fred took a sip.
"Angel, where's Veronica? Sam and Wes should probably meet her." Her crossed ankles kicked a little as she looked at the men. Her mind was mulling over a few things, and she looked up at Sam, head tilted. Yes, she had some more questions for him.
"So, we figure out what the City wants, and you're plannin' on what? Killin' it? Don't think that's a good idea, seein' as we're all here, in it. That'd be like committin' suicide or somethin'. Maybe we could reason with it, but would you really want to go back to where you were? I mean, I wouldn't mind, but you two weren't in the best of places, and it didn't sound like Sam was in the best of place. But, is that enough to stay in one place? Maybe it would have gotten better? Except for Wesley, unless you were goin' to some place happier." She smiled at Wes; the afterlife could be a nice happy place. "Sorry, not thinkin'." Thinking too much really.