Swallowing her surprise, Buffy offered a hesitant nod. "Oh," she managed to squeak out, feeling a rush of awkwardness wash over her. Talking to a ghost? Well, given her own resurrection experiences, perhaps she shouldn't be too shocked. "You know, I've died before, so... Otherworldly pride. Go us." She forced a tight smile, hoping to alleviate the tension that hung in the air, but the silence that followed only amplified her discomfort.

Clearing her throat, Buffy tried to regain her composure. "For the record, I'm sorry," she blurted out, feeling the weight of her words settle heavily between them. "Can everyone see you? Is that an incredibly intrusive question to ask?" Her expression twisted with self-reproach, and she silently mouthed the word 'sorry' once more.

You would think that after everything she'd faced on the Sunnydale Hellmouth, meeting a ghost would be just another day in the life of the Slayer. But somehow, it still managed to catch her off guard.