Buffy, with a skeptical quirk of her eyebrow and a gesture mimicking fangs with her fingers, directed her gaze towards Diana. "A really... 'angry cat'?" Her tone was laced with a mixture of concern and amusement, though her Slayer senses were tingling like a thousand alarm bells in a cacophony of danger. Diana was a vampire — a certainty as solid as the stake in her back pocket. And she was fairly confident that encounters with vampires typically ended with either a frantic sprint or a bloody brawl. This girl, however, seemed more like an ally than a foe.

"It's okay," Buffy said, her voice a soft murmur as she leaned in closer, her eyes betraying nothing but kindness. "I just want to get you somewhere comfortable and semi-private where you can sit and heal." Her smile was warm, genuine, reaching all the way to her eyes, the color of a tranquil sea on a calm day. Scanning the club for a suitable spot, she spotted the introvert's haven — the couch tucked away from prying eyes.

"Come on," Buffy encouraged, looping an arm around Diana's waist for support as she guided her towards the plush sofa. It looked like the kind of furniture that could cradle a person in its embrace, offering solace in its softness. Partially concealed by a winding staircase, it provided just enough seclusion for a speedy recovery. "What do you think? Two thumbs up?" she asked, a playful glint dancing in her eyes, her lips curling into a reassuring grin.