'Calmly' might be too kind a term for it. It was an automatic gesture, but it wasn't an enjoyable one, and she grimaces. Granted, the comparatively clean little puff of dust is a lot less godsbloodyawful than what happens to the vampires she skegs back home. Dustbath sounds better than bloodbath.

Focus, Sunshine. She gives her head a little shake and belatedly registers Giles's questions, but the vampires don't give her time to answer. They don't seem eager to tangle with her one-on-one, but they're not above rushing her two at a time. Pressing her lips together, she braces herself, hands at the ready.