Bash answers the door, taking in Erin's appearance for a moment, before putting a smile on his face and into his voice that he doesn't quite feel. It's not her, it's really not her; Bash and Giles didn't end up discussing her in detail. But he's...well, he's in a state.

Again, that coffee-and-tobacco scent is present, mingling with her gunpowder-and-sex to make one hell of a BPAL scent in that room.

"Erin. Hi. C'mon in? I got a thermos of coffee that's still mostly warm, if you want any." This is his offer of hospitality. This is him playing nice.