a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be
While the first cup of caffeine had seemingly lifted Buffy out of her fog, the second was clearly about to become her downfall. She watched as her hands shook when she cradled them in her lap. It continued when she reached for the second cup, and it didn't stop even when she wrapped her fingers around the warm porcelain. The stranger was still standing there, and her voice was loud and clear as Buffy brought the mug to her lips anyway, shakes and all. "I don't think coffee is going to help you feel better." The dark hunter was starting to feel light headed, but she wasn't about to give this stranger the satisfaction of knowing that. So instead, she swallowed a hefty gulp of the hot drink, scowling in clear displeasure as she did so, and then let her back fall against the hard booth again.
She breathed a heavy and low sigh as she swallowed hard a second time, this time on nothing but a creeping wave of nausea, and cast the girl lingering at her table a side glare. Instinct told Buffy right away that this person wasn't dangerous. She wasn't manipulative. She was just human. As such, the dark hunter didn't bother to try to stiffen up anymore, or hide the sickness that left her pale and sweaty in its wake. "You can sit down it you want." She grumbled, pointing limply to the other side of the booth.
When this girl mentioned she worked at a hospital, Buffy weighed whether or not it worth opening up to her about what was making her feel so miserable today. It wasn't like Buffy to be so forthcoming, not with anyone. But she couldn't afford health insurance and her only other option would to try to stick it out or get stuck with a hefty E.R. bill. "The hospital, huh?" She said again, one eyebrow lifting while her bloodshot eyes squinted to make out the girl's appearance across the table, as if she was squinting directly into the sun. "How long after the fact will Rohypnol make you feel like... this?" There. She put it out there. The thin dark hunter took in another long heavy sigh, and rolled her head to one side, trying desperately to keep her focus on the girl across from her.
GIA BUFFY JONES