Jessica doesn't walk anywhere; she stalks and storms. She storms into The Houndstooth, orders a bottle of whiskey telling the bartender to just leave the bottle because "you'll have to see me less and I won't have to talk to you". She takes a swig from the bottle then turns her attention to the PDA, poking at it and scrolling angrily (can someone even scroll angrily? Jessica manages it) through the thing.

"You're fucking serious. What kind of rich asshole brought us here and if it's Tony Stark I'm going to beat him and his bodyguard's ass."

Buffy has been here long enough to settle in, to come up with some sort of routine. She considered getting a job at the coffee shop for a while, but ultimately has decided to treat this like the semi-vacation she's never actually gotten to take. She sleeps in, cleans house then spends her afternoons wandering around the town.

Today, she's doing some shopping, going into the many stores Itinere provides and coming out laden with shopping bags. Mid-afternoon, she stops by the cafe, grabs a cup of a coffee and a crossiant then sits in the sun to do some people watching. Despite being settled and hopeful about this place, she hasn't figured it out. There has to be a catch because there is always a catch. Once she's done with her coffee, she carries her bags back to the Summers house, drops everything off and spends a little time with the others living there.

Once evening has fallen and has officially become 'late' night, Buffy grabs her scythe and goes out to patrol. She doesn't expect to find anything out of the ordinary. She doesn't expect to slay anything at all, but years of conditioning and soemthing in her slayer makeup drives her out there anyway. She gets restless if she doesn't patrol. Besides, if anything did happen, she'd feel guilty for not patrolling.