Buffy has been in this place for a couple of weeks, long enough to hear all the conspiracy theories and do plenty of grousing about the lack of stylish clothing, not to mention the supreme void of pop culture. Okay, so she hates this place. She's got her own world to save and a sister to keep safe. She really can't take time out of her busy schedule to play 'clone or not clone' in an underground bunker.

"Seriously? Does no one here watch movies? This betrayal, totally inevitable," Buffy grumbles (loudly) just before executing a round house kick that takes out one of the guard bots. She's armed with an arm (haha) that she pulled off a bot previously and she's managed to fashion it into a club slash sort of sharp and pointy thing. She's definitely going to have to see about doing some strategic furniture breakage so that the next time this happens (because watch some movies, folks; there's always going to be a next time) she'll be appropriately weaponized.

It's a busy morning, day, night ad nauseam for Buffy because she's going to be all over the compound trying to save people from the raging robots. She's resourceful, but this isn't her usual kind of monster mashing. Then again, did she really expect usual in a place like this?