Buffy is walking to the kitchen from her room. All signs point to 'coffee trip', given the fact that her hair is of the slightly bedhead variety and she's wearing a robe. Obviously the thing she needs right now, after just waking up, is demon Dean. Or, more specifically, almost walking into demon Dean.

"Oh, hey Dean," she half-smiles apologetically, and a little sleepily. Noticing the slightly odd lost/irritated expression, she adds, quickly. "Are you okay?"