Buffy grins at that. "I think we've got a lot in common." Which is nice. There aren't many people back home that she shares those things in common with, at least no one that doesn't want her dead. "I mean, that's kind of my motto and if the bending the rules thing works the way you want it to, you don't usually even have to ask forgiveness."

At least that's her experience. Once they're let through the gate, Buffy makes her way to one of the empty tea cups and sits down, hands going to the steering wheel thing.