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[slayeranne]

The door flies open and Buffy comes flying in, tucking herself into a roll before hitting the floor to absorb the impact, but she still manages to smack into a table. It falls over. After a brief pause, during which she takes a quick assement of how many limbs she currently has (four, for the curious), she peeks over the fallen table at the door.

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[slayeranne]

She catches the look from Raph, smiling and waving apologetically for the commotion.

[slayeranne]

"Yeah."

She glances down at herself again, raising an eyebrow at how precariously what's left of her clothing is placed on her burnt skin.

"Um... I think I could use some clothing though... And perhaps the first aid kit in my room..."

[notinthefett]

"This figures," Warren grumbles from somewhere to her left. "I got something for you, but I'm a busy guy, you know, and you've been MIA? So give it to tall, dark, and hates me, and what happens? You're here, I'm here: Batman is not. I have my own girlfriend to stalk, you know."

[slayeranne]

She blinks at him, trying to figure out what the heck he's talking about. In the end, she just asks... and looks confused.

"What?"

[notinthefett]

Warren laughs. Then coughs and pretends he didn't.

"Your, uh, ex has something for you. From me. I think you'll like it."

[slayeranne]

"Oh."

Blink.

"Okay... Thanks."

This is too weird. Maybe it wouldn't be so weird if she wasn't thanking him for getting her something that he can't actually give to her yet.

"Oh, umm..." She thinks a moment, looking slightly disturbed. "No wonder there's no door anymore..."

And looks back at him. "I got some of that stuff you asked for... and I think it just exploded my apartment... It had help, though."