Buffy Summers, Slayer extraordinaire, was on the hunt for a particular brand of nerd. She wasn't picky; whether they came in a Willow-shaped package, were beefy, scrawny, reluctant, or willing, as long as they held the answers she sought, they were fair game. Her gaze flickered with interest as she spotted him and his decidedly sleek laptop, and she tossed a friendly smile his way.

"Hey there. Ash, right? Sorry if I seem a bit scatterbrained, but all this supernatural stuff tends to scramble my brain," Buffy greeted, her tone easygoing yet tinged with curiosity. Her eyebrows arched as she took in the modern marvel of technology before her. "That's one snazzy laptop you got there. And let me guess, we're not exactly from the same era, are we?" she added with a chuckle, letting the words spill out in a characteristic Buffy-esque run-on sentence. It was a wonder how all that machinery fit into such a sleek package. If she were less confident, it might have sparked a bout of self-doubt.

"So, about that dream..." Buffy began, her expression growing serious as she recalled the unsettling visions that had plagued her sleep. "The movie theater, Cedar Lee. That's where it all went down in my dream. Yvonne, she got dragged into some building nearby," she recounted, her hand absently scratching the back of her neck as she tried to piece together the fragmented images in her mind. The memory sent a shiver down her spine; those Bringers were seriously creepy. And Yvonne, she had to have been drugged or something, otherwise, she would've put up a better fight against those things.