Buffy was mad as hell that some mystical whatsit had decided to pluck her out of her life and drop her wherever this was, but it was really on principle more than anything. Her life before the City had been... Well. It wasn't the best. So she didn't exactly miss it, but she felt that she should. Her friends were back there, and Dawn, and despite what had happened during those last days in Sunnydale, she should still be there for them. Right?

"Figuring out weird stuff is kinda what I do," she said with a bit of a shrug. "Or try to, anyway. The people around here aren't very chatty." Nor were the demons, unfortunately.