She shouldn't be so delighted at the prospect of a fair fight but somewhere in her body, blood sang. "Scotland, actually," she sounded almost cheery as she informed him. "But...via Cali. So you get half-points."

And certainly she was distracted, but not by the pointing. Rather, it had been altogether too long since leaving home and she was half-charmed just to hear someone else make the obvious joke. She'd been about to tell him she thought of Tyrion more as Doc figure, herself, but the words were knocked loose from her mouth by the man's knuckles.

She stumbled. Oh, she certainly stumbled. But Buffy Summers didn't fall.