"Yeah, who knew years of avoiding ending up in handcuffs would come in handy against creepy kidnappers." It took a lot of restraint for him not to add that he wouldn't mind handcuffs in certain situations. Now wasn't the time. His nerves were stretched taut, and he still wasn't sure if he was actually concerned with his own safety or the safety of everyone else.

Kavinsky made a face when he registered the sound of the chanting, acting like it didn't make the back of his neck prickle. He said nothing when Buffy pushed the door open, though he watched, intent, like he was expecting some sort of ambush. When nothing happened, he didn't relax or lower his guard. He also didn't hesitate to follow after her, resting his bat on his shoulder.

"Sure, I've got you covered," he said, though he hoped things wouldn't get messy. This would be a different sort of mess than what he was used to. "You do this sort of thing often? Swooping in heroically?"