"I have every right to be riled up! I'm being yelled at by a loony with a giant parasite in a stinky bucket!" There is every possibility that Buffy started yelling first, or at least that her initial scream kicked off this whole yell-o-rama, but she isn't about to admit as much. She's still at the totally-lacking-in-maturity, name-calling stage of freaking out. Which makes it especially embarrassing for her when he decides to be the bigger person and begins to act all calm and rational, at least in comparison to how he was acting only moments ago. She deflates a little, then, easing out of her battle stance into something a little less intimidating. She lowers the stake.

"That depends," she says slowly, gesturing toward the bucket. "Is it dangerous? Does it bite?" If he answers in the affirmative, she'll have no choice in the matter. She doesn't expect him to, though. He seems overly protective of that hideous creature. She has to ask anyway.