[ buffy isn't quite so unperturbed by the sight. or, at least, she does drag her rag of a dishcloth off her shoulder and crouch a few feet from the girl being given the introduction. ]

Hey, Clem. Jack, here -- [ she concedes his first name on account of there being a child in the mix and differentiating between jacks by surnames, as she often did, would help no one ] -- has been telling me all about how you can apparently actually stand his company.

[ she makes a little, casual gesture to bring the girl forward. inviting her within arms' reach so she can scrub off some of that dirt. buffy won't be offended if clem doesn't come. it is a lot to ask as a stranger. she knows that. ]

Tell me, now. That can't really be true, can it? [ the question is conspiratorial. good-natured. she expects the girl does in truth like horner. and why not? he was fun enough. humourous enough. cool enough. all appealing traits. and a child wouldn't see the sleaze so readily. buffy could understand the attraction. ]