[ Buffy is sitting in the passenger's seat -- sucks to be whoever the other squire is because they're in back. She has one leg curled up, and she's sitting sideways facing Mark and, effectually, the front of the Hoffman Institute campus. She's poking at a carton of chinese food with chopsticks and she finally slurps back the rest of her lo mein noodles which had been classily dangling from her mouth.

Yep.

It's gonna be a long night.

Chew, chew, swallow. She starts rambling again. At least she's entertaining. ] So, we just sit here. Watching. [ Hrnnngh. ] Can watching at least include the playing of a game? It's not like an eye-requiring game. No spying.