She begins initially by averting her gaze -- troubling herself with twisting the tab off the top of the soda can. Easily wrenching it free and warping the metal like it were something much, much more warpable. She can see skin from the corner of her sight and it is, of course, a very familiar thing to see indeed. Old-time familiar.

When she finally looks up, it is with a controlled and blank expression. Betraying little else except her supreme desire not to betray anything.

"...D-definitely. Very, very beachy. The beachiest. In fact, I'm pretty certain that if a contest of beachism were to the held..." she trails off. This is stupid.

Buffy clears her throat. "You're gonna burn."