Because there's something so undeniably authoritative about tweed jackets and a nervous glasses-cleaning habit? [ she reaches out and takes the letter back, snapping its spine twice against the edge of the table before pocketing it. ]

I don't want to disappoint him, even if he isn't here. And not disappointing him means making a move. I'm done waiting.

[ these last three words are ones she has said before, at another critical point in her slayerdom. ]