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Buffy looks like she’s thinly restraining a look of physical pain at him drilling that point home. T h a n k s. To the point that there’s a fleeting look of relief like someone just pulled the knife out of her palm when he moves onto something else.
The gun.
Right. ]
Uh, kinda. I mean it’s not my first choice, but …
[ She holds it up, scoping it out. ]
Got the job done.