Of course Alyssa complied with rolling down her window.  Why wouldn't she?<br/><br/>A blue lacquered fingernail lowered her sunglasses as she peered over the tinted lenses at the Girl scout.  Damn Girl scouts, Brownies were even worse.  She turned her attention back to Buffy after pushing her glasses back up her nose.<br/><br/>"Doesn't what's her name have all the cookies your dad needs?  Forget the cookies, what are you going to do about Little Red Riding Hood?  She's obviously no Lestat, or Yvette for that matter.  We could always bail.  The car's still running.  Maybe all she wants to do is sell some cookies?"<br/><br/>Though sincere, Alyssa's suggestions likely weren't that helpful.  Of course, she wasn't the Slayer so no one could really fault her for giving it her best go.<br/><br/>"Do you want me to turn off the car or leave it idle in case you need to grab your dad and flee?"<br/>