[ buffy drops her hand, which had been raised as well, and gives a kind of 'welp' look at that, because too bad ... wishes aren't horses. or real life. or whatever that stupid saying means. it means a lot less with the apocalypse nigh and gone. ]

Assuming they ever give up. [ she slips off the counter and goes to poke at the glass, cringing. ] How many do you think there are? [ she tries to do a headcount, but when you're operating on like half-heads due to desiccation, it's tough stuff. probably two dozen or more. ] It's like Black Friday out there, and we're the last pair of Christian Louboutins.