Buffy's eyes widen at the question, and she shifts uncomfortably before shrugging. "Not a whole lot? Actually it was pretty tame as far as the city is concerned. We were patrolling, we staked some vamps, we ... decided not to patrol anymore."

She is not going to get into the reasons why. She's sure that Dean, being a big boy, can fill in the blanks. Then a sudden realization hits her. "My scythe! My scythe was in the room back at the hotel, damnit!"

It's one thing to be kidnapped to another universe. It's another entirely to have left behind a piece of all the Slayers before you.