”Don’t give me any more reasons to lose my faith in—in English, if not humanity altogether, Cordelia. Just hold the torch properly, would you? The sooner I find what I was looking for, the better.”
He flitted through the metal drawers containing documents of the Initiative. Some were important, others weren’t so much. Who kept cupcake recipes here? And why was Cordelia with him in the first place? Whose great idea was this?
“Yeah, whatever. But you sound more like a drama queen than me right now, y'know. Which is really weird since you’re British and, like, super old. …What are you even looking for?”
She rolled her eyes hard enough that you could practically hear them swiveling in her head. His faith in humanity? Boy, Giles had a surprising knack for melodrama. No wonder he and Buffy got along so well. Hoisting the torch precariously clutched in her hand farther up into the air, she peered curiously over his shoulder as he flipped through the endless sea of files.