[Bitch please. Is what Gar's face says. Only in a polite, British way. So more like 'bitch, do pardon me'.]

I've decided that if we don't act quickly, the real guards will be alerted to our presence any moment, so we may as well cooperate with the man for now.

[She glances at Buffy and Spike... and then also frowns]

Where are your uniforms...?