[ buffy’s desperation to get out involves looking anderson over, because something here feels off. very off. like … okay, like drugs. it’s probably the drugs. she catches sight of the syringe in anderson’s lap and, well, that would explain that. she’s not quite sure how the vatican managed to dose them, but she’s quite sure it’s not a good time.

des’ outburst jerks her out of her scrutiny and she jumps a little bit, straightening out. she’s never seen him this terrified before. not even scared, not really. but he’s genuinely losing it, and if buffy’s own fear weren’t bad enough to begin with given her encounter with anderson, that sells it.

they are fucked. ]

Servants of—? Excuse me? [ she whips her head over to look at anderson. it hurts. or, rather, her brain takes a minute to catch up and she feels nauseous for a minute. right. drugs. process. settle down, buffy. ] I’ve never met the guy. Don’t really want to, generally actually murder his spawn. Look, if we could just—Have a nice, calm discussion about all of this, I’m sure we could clear it right up. [ diplomacy 24. yes she is trying to have a civil discussion with alexander anderson rn. HER OPTIONS ARE PRETTY LIMITED OK FUCK YOU. ]