[Common sense would suggest that this is simply someone who is peacefully asleep on a village bench in fairly acceptable weather. Maybe it wasn't California levels of nice on this particular dawning day, but it wasn't a snowstorm either.
Sadly, common sense is occasionally the one ingredient missing from Buffy's consideration. Maybe, she thinks, there is some horribly upsetting reason why this person has decided to conk out without shelter. Or maybe some kind of evil whammy is involved. She is so desperate to be useful that she is going to turn herself into a nuisance to do it.
Gripping a degree or two more tightly, Buffy continues to disturb the sleeper.] Hey, snore-girl. Are you okay? [Okay. So she may not be snoring, but Buffy's spur of the moment nicknames are both cheap and indiscrminate.
Her reflexes allow her to quickly and efficiently catch the flopping arm with her free hand. Not that one particularly needed superhuman reflexes to stop that somnambulatory attack.]
[action] yes. santa claus. you win!
Sadly, common sense is occasionally the one ingredient missing from Buffy's consideration. Maybe, she thinks, there is some horribly upsetting reason why this person has decided to conk out without shelter. Or maybe some kind of evil whammy is involved. She is so desperate to be useful that she is going to turn herself into a nuisance to do it.
Gripping a degree or two more tightly, Buffy continues to disturb the sleeper.] Hey, snore-girl. Are you okay? [Okay. So she may not be snoring, but Buffy's spur of the moment nicknames are both cheap and indiscrminate.
Her reflexes allow her to quickly and efficiently catch the flopping arm with her free hand. Not that one particularly needed superhuman reflexes to stop that somnambulatory attack.]