"Hi." So, sneaking up on an armed (even if it was just a wooden stake for now) Slayer wasn't the best idea in the world, but Buffy was more caught on the fact that until he spoke, she hadn't been overly aware that he was there. Maybe it was this place, or just that she was letting her defences slip, but Buffy was mostly kicking herself for that. "That's me."
She hadn't actually met anyone yet aside from talking to a few people on this network thing, and meeting up with Cordy to move from the creepy hotel to a ... less creepy home. So she gathered this was someone she spoke to.
"Unless you're the guy who offered to let me punch him, I'm thinking town crier? Is the world ending?" At least some people here knew how to lighten the mood, right? Otherwise the rate of depression would sky rocket.