[Hand squeezing is an acceptable means of communication, and she squeezes back.] Pale z-- oh, friend zoning. No, um, talking would help, I think. It's just... a little weird to me to even be thinking of. Sometimes I feel like she's still around somewhere, and I just haven't looked in the right place. [Her smile doesn't leave, but it does get increasingly melancholy.]

Not that I want to dump all of that on you, that's pretty rude, talking about my... ex. [She can't quite bring herself to say "my dead ex".] That's not even really what I would want to be, um, feelings jamming about. [She hopes she's using that correctly, because she kind of loves that term already.]

With this place? Who knows. [But okay, topic dropped, story ended. It's hard to explain that Giles is both badass and a librarian when you haven't met him, anyway. Better to just experience it.]