[She knew it. She knew he wasn't human. That prickle on the back of her neck was worse than she'd ever gotten from a vampire.
And yet he also sounded... freaked out.
...y'know what, sure. She's met nice demons before, she'll roll with it. She climbs to her feet and dusts herself off, turns, and sees him... clutching a window scraper.]
... what, were you gonna give him an oil change, too? Top off his tank to within an inch of his life?
[Alright, a little rude, but she's also taking it on pure trust here that the weapon was meant for the monster and not her. And he's still making every Slayer instinct scream to put down the threat, which she's making a spirited effort to ignore.]
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And yet he also sounded... freaked out.
...y'know what, sure. She's met nice demons before, she'll roll with it. She climbs to her feet and dusts herself off, turns, and sees him... clutching a window scraper.]
... what, were you gonna give him an oil change, too? Top off his tank to within an inch of his life?
[Alright, a little rude, but she's also taking it on pure trust here that the weapon was meant for the monster and not her. And he's still making every Slayer instinct scream to put down the threat, which she's making a spirited effort to ignore.]