"Sort of what I figured," Buffy grins as they approach the teacups.

Her eyes go wide at Raleigh's question and there's something like panic and an almost overwhelming desire to protest. "OH wow. Yeah...so many. Uhm...I sort of tend to hit first and ask questions later. I swear, I don't handle everything with violence, but it seems like sometimes. I'm kind of a control freak and if you ask my friends, I can get bitchy fast. I'm...bratty about some things and I want my cake and I want to eat too. I..." she stops and shrugs. "Physically, I'm supposed to be a weapon all by myself...and I am. Everything else about me is a mess."

Which is why sometimes she goes slaying to clear her head. At least it's one thing she gets right.