[ buffy's not proud of her history with horner. not proud at all. nor is she even eager to gross anyone out. but loneliness has turned her into a strange creature, and she's been living alone for so very long since jack was taken. there comes a point where even antagonizing people you like is preferable to silence.

but -- more subdued but not no staggered as to frown -- buffy jabs a thumb back at the storage room. ] I should probably get back to that door. It's broken. Or it needs WD-40. Or maybe the wood's expanding and making everything...not fit. Either way -- [ to winry: ] You enjoy your drink. [ to jack: ] And you be good to her.