That's...the blond one, right? Pretty lunchable, hard to pronounce name. [She taps her nails on the bar top.] I definitely got a more than just friends vibe, from him. Maybe he's my...boss?

[Buffy is desperately trying to piece together the who's who and what's what of this place. It's difficult with only vague notions of trust and affection.] Because I work here. I definitely work here. That much, I know.

[Then, like it has suddenly occurred to her to also be polite:] Oh! And I'm Buffy. [She holds out a hand.]