"Good information to know." She hasn't actually been hit by a bus or kicked by a dinosaur, but she's pretty sure there are some comparables there. However, she's got the slayer constitution and healing working for her so...maybe not.

She listens to him, nodding when necessary, but not injecting anything. Sometimes there aren't any words that can make anything better or add anything to the telling. She'd hoped that his new job had been something good, something that wasn't him going evil. Corporate hadn't ever really been Angelus' style, at least not as far as Buffy is aware. It's far too impersonal for him.

She wants to tell him that wars have casualties whether they like it or not. Good deeds don't go unpunished and sacrifices have to be made to make things matter, but he's not one of the potentials; he doesn't need a pep talk and he knows all of the things she could tell him. Instead, she keeps her silence, body tense as she listens.

"Which is why we didn't know," she says quietly. It makes sense; however, she's not certain they wold have been able to help out even if they'd known. She's been busy with her own problems, an influx of zompires is taking over San Francisco and the police are after Buffy. Again.

She looks up at his laugh and his words. "It was Connor, wasn't it? You saved him."