Buffy's expression shifted into one of contemplation, her eyebrows arching in a moment of deep thought, while her lips formed a subtle pout. "I've heard tales," she began, her voice tinged with a hint of skepticism, "that it shakes every now and then, and if you're lucky, you might catch it rolling. But personally, I've never had the pleasure of witnessing any rocking action." A smirk danced across her features, that trademark Buffy brand of mischief that could easily be mistaken for either playful teasing or something altogether more flirtatious. "Maybe we should put that theory to the test sometime."

With a casual grace, Buffy eased herself backward into the embrace of the comfiest chair within reach, her movements fluid and relaxed. "Anyway..." she continued, her tone light and conversational, "how's the people-watching going? Spot anyone intriguing yet?" Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the eclectic mix of faces and characters that populated the space around them. In a town like this, where the supernatural lurked just beneath the surface, you never knew when an ordinary face might conceal an extraordinary secret.