Buffy almost loses her footing once Jovan bumps into her. She clutches his arm to regain balance and cuts a glance at her tall classmate. (His eyes are green. Never knew that.) Buffy tears her gaze from Jovan before he has a chance to make eye contact. Shifting her weight, she takes a second look at the entrance of her Alma mater and doesn't catch sight of Dante.
The slayer rolls her eyes in Jovan's direction. She smirks. "And you know I'm not gonna respond to that pet name," she remarks. Buffy shifts her focus to the stretch of campus ahead of she and her comrade. (Good thing about patrolling with Jovan and Dante? They've got wheels.) Normally, Buffy would welcome a long walk to the graveyard but this new threat has her clenching her teeth. "So..." Buffy cocks up a brow, craning her head back toward Jovan.
"... do you think we should be worried?"
Buffy shakes her head. "It's probably a drama queen with fangs." She glances off to the side, growing contemplative. "You know, one time I ran into a vamp who swore up and down that he was the real Lestat." She shudders at the memory. "Ugh-eeerhmm."