Any lack of enthusiasm on Giles' part would... probably only slow Dawn down a tiny bit, on the clinging side. Her idea of personal space is somewhat limited, sorry all non-touchy feely people. But she has the Giles decoder ring, so she knows the gruff is a cover-up. His secret is safe with her.

"So... demon dimension time? Or alternate, or... alien abduction, with the freaky platform thing? Because if we got alien abducted I might have to be really weirded out." Ah, Dawn. Demons? Eh, whatever. Aliens? That's weird. Her comfort levels are so skewed, thanks Sunnydale.

"Duh you did." The grin gets a little wider. "It's okay, we can have mutual missing." It's true; Giles may be Buffy's Watcher, but Dawn came attached. Two Summers for the price of one. Maybe they're fake memories in the technical, but that doesn't mean Dawn can't think of a time in Sunnydale when Giles wasn't there. Even when she thought he was just a weird teacher who spent way too much time with Buffy, he was there, a constant. And Dawn is all about her constants.

She watches the tiny hologram run with ill-concealed amusement, but nods. "I will stick here so much you'll think I was superglued."