[Buffy quietly moves to the couch, taking a seat next to him. She sits in a very small and contained way. Back straight, knees together, hands in her lap.]

No, I'm fine. [A fleeting smile.

Then she's gotta start with something, because this is getting kind of painful.]

Now that I've totally made everything way worse than it needed to be.. [She starts with a dry laugh in her voice.] I, uh. Just wanted to let you know I have no ..Weird feelings about what happened. I'm just feeling the normal post-flood embarrassment. For how I acted.

That was still me, it was just.. Super-live-in-the-moment Buffy.

[Yeah she's looking down at her lap now, her fingers fiddling around clasped hands.] The Buffy that doesn't think about consequences.