Buffy's shoulders slumped a bit. Her smile turned a bit sad, but her expression was sympathetic. She stood and picked up her disposable cup. With her head she motioned to a small, unoccupied table. It was probably meant for people who brought in laptops but it looked like a slightly better place to talk.
When the slayer sat she kept the coffee cup laced between her fingers. It was something to do with her hands.
"I think I'm your Buffy-- I don't know for sure. Has anyone explained The City to you yet? What it is? How it works?"