"And you say I can't drive."

Oh look, it's Buffy with a timely interjection. ...Who is drenched and flew here. The torrential rain is completely inconvenient, and in retrospect, perhaps flying wasn't the best idea. She's surveying the tunnel in a wary sort of way, a gleaming red scythe grasped in her hands, just in case.

"So, tunnels. Yay. Dark, dank and spooky. Gotta love 'em." She adds, more on-topic with the general theme of conversation.