Fred wasn't happy. She had a small headache which was threatening to become a big headache, and they couldn't find an antidote. "Don't get someone on it, have someone on it. Did we build this thing? Do we have an antidote? Do—do we have an Antidote Department? Do you do anything besides pretending you're running an evil Radio Shack?" She than turned her attention from just Knox to the entire department, "Y'all are tired, I know. I just want you to understand that in a few hours a virus is gonna start spreading in this city that'll kill every person in it, and when blood starts streaming out of our noses, eye sockets, and fingernails, I'll have the intense satisfaction of knowing that I'm dying with the only people in the world that actually deserve it! Now, focus, people!" She began to walk up the stairs to her office, angry at both the situation, and her unsuccessful bout at trying to solve it, "Work the damn problem!" She slammed the door to her office and turned towards the window.
"Wow, after that reaction one could think that you had to take a dramatics class to get into this place." said a voice. Fred spun around to see Summers standing in the middle of the room. "Who are you?" questioned Fred, the small headache that had been building since she learned about the virus increasing. "My apologies, I seem to have forgotten my manners." Replied the blonde as she walked up to the girl, her hand outstretched, "Call me Summers." Fred hesitantly took the hand, the name sounding familiar to her. Then it clicked, "You're the liaison from the powers. Wesley told me about you." Wesley indeed had told her, but he didn't go into detail, which surprised her. He told her that there was a liaison from both the powers and the senior partners, but he seemed to be holding something back. Summers smiled as the handshake ended, "I'm glad to know that my name precedes me. It makes these introductions so much easier." She turned towards the window that overlooked the lab area, "Quite the manpower you got working down there. Must be nice having people to do the work for you." Fred looked at the blonde's back, almost not knowing how to take the question. She didn't really know this person, or what her purpose was. "It helps to have more than one person working on a problem." she said. Buffy nodded, "I agree, especially if it's a math problem. Math wasn't my best subject." She turned around, leaning against the shelf that stuck out underneath the window, and crossed her arms over her chest, "How is that problem coming, anyway? Any ideas?" Fred shook her head, letting out a sigh. Buffy uncrossed her arms and picked up a picture from a pile on the shelf she was leaning against. "Well, I sure hope you figure it out soon, because this stuff doesn't look pretty. Makes me wish I hadn't eaten that hot dog." As the blonde set the picture back down with a slight shake of the head and a disgusted face, she looked up to see Fred glaring at her, the small Texan's eyes sparked with frustration and annoyance. "Is there a reason you're here?" she asked, the headache pounding away in her head. She had just yelled at her entire department and was close to yelling at this stranger. Buffy straightened up, her eyes connecting and holding with the brunette's. "Truthfully, I wanted to meet you and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a look at your office," she winked, "For some reason, I think meeting you is one of the most important things I've done all day." Fred watched as the blonde stepped away from the window and walked towards the door. "Oh, and Fred…don't beat yourself up over trying to find this cure. It'll come to you. You're a physicist, you know about burning out. And I don't think your boy Knox down there could handle it if you left him alone." With that said, she was gone, walking down the stairs and past Knox, his eyes following her. Fred watched her go, and she couldn't stop the small smile that appeared. For some reason, her pounding headache wasn't so bad anymore.