She taps the tablet nervously against her palm. Of course -- mission complete, time to leave. She bites down on her lower lip and tries not to look so guilty. Buffy's shoes clack loudly as she strides back towards the door.

She hesitates only once, just as they open before her. She turns back and crosses her arms comfortingly across her chest. Defense mechanisms. "James?" No one had corrected her yet. No one had told her to call him anything else except perhaps Kirk. And that seemed a little impersonal. Hah. "I'm...I'm sorry."

But she doesn't clarify further, turning quickly away from the bridge and hurrying out before any other words can be wedged in.