The shot vampire -- whom Buffy certainly had missed and who certainly would have knocked her to the ground for at least a brief tussle -- had dusted into the wind, and most of that dust had spattered disgustingly onto her face and shoulders. And her hair, which she seemed genuinely upset about as she tried to furiously shake the remnants of her enemy from her high ponytail. "Wow. Interrupt, much?"
She fixed the gun-toting lug with a bit of a glare, barely registering his appearance beyond the hair and the gun. The freaking gun. Buffy tucked her stake into her back pocket and proceeded to waggle her finger at the gun's whole existence. "Don't you know this is a quiet neighbourhood? The crime rate is uber-low. Gunfire's gonna bring the bobbies down on us. Hard. Thanks for that, as if I haven't spent enough time in the local station."
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The shot vampire -- whom Buffy certainly had missed and who certainly would have knocked her to the ground for at least a brief tussle -- had dusted into the wind, and most of that dust had spattered disgustingly onto her face and shoulders. And her hair, which she seemed genuinely upset about as she tried to furiously shake the remnants of her enemy from her high ponytail. "Wow. Interrupt, much?"
She fixed the gun-toting lug with a bit of a glare, barely registering his appearance beyond the hair and the gun. The freaking gun. Buffy tucked her stake into her back pocket and proceeded to waggle her finger at the gun's whole existence. "Don't you know this is a quiet neighbourhood? The crime rate is uber-low. Gunfire's gonna bring the bobbies down on us. Hard. Thanks for that, as if I haven't spent enough time in the local station."