There was...a lot to unpack in everything Buffy said and did within approximately thirty seconds of meeting Diana. Never exactly known for being much of a strategist--in fact, everyone told Diana that she was stupid and she generally believed them--her mind whirled with possibilities.

The mimicry of fangs was pretty unmistakable. This was a girl who was in the know. Possibly? Alive, judging from the pulse that Diana could feel in her skin. But familiar with the world of vampires and other supernatural weirdos. A ghoul, maybe? Diana took a quick peak at the girl's aura, as she allowed Buffy to lead her over to the sofa.

Nope. Definitely not a ghoul. Seemed pretty damn human, with only the slightest hint of a sparkle in the colors that swirled around her.

Okay, things were getting weird. Groovy. Time to..improvise?

Diana sat down carefully, not leaning against the back of the sofa, because her own back was also a patchwork of bitemarks. Still, it was good to be off of her feet, and she breathed a small, relieved sigh. "There were...a lot of angry cats," she said. Because she sure as hell wasn't going to be the first to use the v-word. Just in case she was totally wrong.

Wouldn't exactly be the first time.