"Really." After a few moments of silence, she said, "I took all of those files home earlier. While things cool down here I'll be at home doing the typing." "You don't have to leave," Wesley said. "He needs some space, and if I know Darla's type, which I think I do, she'll freak if I'm here now."
She had just about made it out the door when she felt a cold, relentless prescence in the room. "You tart, come back here," Darla screamed. Grabbing Buffy, Darla pulled her hair, pushing her to the floor. "You screwed my husband, didn't you, you whore?" Lifing her high heeled shoe, she kicked Darla, getting away from her. "First of all, I just met Angel yesterday, his entire family here the whole time. And secondly, I do not sleep with men, or boys for that matter, who are in committed relationships. Finally," punching Darla, she said, "How dare you get pregnant twice with another man's child, Angel's best friend of all people. Unless you've forgotten, marriage vows are sacred. So don't even try to pin anything on me. You have nothing to say about being hurt."
Before she left she spoke over her shoulder. "Congratulations for your pregnancy, Darla." Giving Darla an evil look, Angel went after Buffy.