Going the slow route for gathering information had never been Buffy's forte. Even after what was probably a thousand hours of research buried in old musty books and poring over Willow's internet search results, she still preferred going out and doing 'interviews' with the usual suspects and sources. Of course, all of that had been back when she'd had suspects and sources, and books to reference, and people to help her... all of which were pretty scarce in the here and now.

"You're probably right," she acknowledged with a frustrated sigh, taking a sip of the champagne-like drink that was really too tasty for her own good. "I'm just not used to having to do things this way, you know? Back home, I could work the local bars and nesting grounds, beat up a few guys, and have them all singing before I had to get Dawnie up for school." Her tone was a bit mopey and downtrodden, and she looked a bit like the kid who no one wanted to play with during recess.