Buffy is curled up on a couch, with a pad balanced precariously against her knees. Despite said precariousness and the fairly decent amount of time she's been sitting there it has yet to slip, held in place either by force of will or the intentness of her scribbling. (The latter seems more plausible, admittedly.) Without looking up from the rather abstract thing
she's drawing, she asks:
"Why don't villains have decent scary names anymore? If I were a villain I'd be all
about the intimidation factor. What's gotta be wrong with something fierce
like..." The pen stops for a moment, as she conjures up something appropriate. "Death...Face?"