She sets down her cinnamon roll.

He sits down and seems to take a bit to come up with anything to say. "So, uh, do you have any ....hobbies?"

She takes a really abnormally long time to respond to that, because she was not expecting this question. She likes - what does she like. Writing. Reading is not a real hobby. Playing video games with her niece and nephew is also not really a hobby. She feels like she hasn't done anything actually interesting since Azalea died. Maybe writing is enough of an answer and she doesn't have to think of anything else.

"I write fiction sometimes."

"Do you want paper or pens or anything?"

"Sure."

Long pause. "How's Los Angeles?"

"...It's, you know, a terrible city full of vampires and movie stars."

"In our timeline you moved to Sunnydale when your parents died."

"My parents are alive."

"Well maybe that's what changed. They died in a boating accident when you were fifteen."

"Weird."

"Karen activated as the Slayer and moved to Sunnydale and found out about vampires and started fighting them."

"Huh." At some point he's probably gonna get super annoyed at all of these vague barely-interested sounds, but she doesn't really have a lot of comment on that.

He's mostly talking to her because solitary confinement is bad for people and who knows how long it'll be until she has someone she trusts. "Uh, and then she did that for a couple years and got sucked into an alternate dimension and saved it from an evil god and came back and - died - and we're working on resurrecting her but haven't gotten it sorted yet. Azalea's really mad at us but she'll come see you."

Sure she will. "Well. Hope you guys get that sorted, then."

"Mmhmm.

Do you have any questions?"

"Um... how does Karen know you?"

"Uh, she went to confession at Michael's church and he was worried about her so he asked me to look after her and we - got along. Though she might've lived longer without me."

- super weird because she's not Catholic and has never considered being Catholic. 

"Huh. Well. I'm sorry."

"Losing people sucks."

She does not really know what else to say about that but it seems like plausibly it deserves some kind of acknowledgement.

"Okay, I can't think of anything else that isn't about Wolfram and Hart, should I ask about that or should I leave?"

"I'm good either way." Or at least she does not have a strong preference.

"Okay. Uh, what do you do at Wolfram and Hart?"

"Secretarial stuff. I do paperwork and schedule meetings and take phone calls and... stuff."