Buffy paused in her jogging as her 'spidey sense' was going off and she couldn't figure out why. There wasn't anyone around and as far as she knew, there weren't vampires nearby either. Plus daylight and everyone knew that vampires went poof in daylight. You never ignored the Slayer tingling, that was a fact that she'd learned the hard way, so she went back to jogging but in the direction that her instincts sent her.

When she got closer, she saw a girl in the distance, not much older than her yelling. When Buffy took a step closer she faltered with impact of the ground giving way. "Woah, so not of the good." Buffy's pace picked up, "uh hey, everything okay?"

Clearly it wasn't, Buffy wasn't stupid but she hoped the sound of her voice would distract - was that Molly? Oh man, really not of the good. They'd met a few times "patrolling" and around the hotel with Jane, but they weren't close. She had a respect for her magic and now Buffy had a respect with her temper.