Told you, I know a little something about something.

[More than a little. The penthouse Mayor Wilkins gave her in Sunnydale is the nicest place she's ever lived, to this day.

She smirks, stepping closer to Akechi- and, ever so subtly, positioning herself between him and the double.]

So are we five by five, or do you need me to help you kick this guy's ass? Sorry, this is my first time on this side of a dream intervention, little shaky on it.

[If nothing else, she figures the complete dismissal of that manifested self-loathing should be pretty damn satisfying for him. Or at least funny.]