Tara saw her sympathetic look, she managed to catch it, and raised her an impassive one. She wasn't naive, she didn't think any of this would be easy. She could be here for months or maybe just a couple of days. That "I don't want to hurt you" could easily change. She didn't know and as much as that worried her-it really worried her-Tara was optimistic to the core. She had faith in her friends. In people who had stood by a girl they'd barely known and claimed her as family and had been there for her since. It was just a matter of time.
"If you didn't want to hurt me, you would have left me alone." She said simply. The guards really weren't scarier than Glory. In fact, a chipped Spike, post-soul was scarier. Donny? Her brother. He was much, much scarier than they were. It wasn't that she didn't realize that they were stronger than her but Tara didn't care that they didn't care. She refused to give up her hope and she wasn't going to allow fear to overwhelm her.
When the woman brough the pencil in front of her, Tara had to stifle her smile. It was one of the first things she did with her mother. Float pencils. She could float a pencil. She could use telekinesis on a lot of things. Though it had always been much stronger with Willow. Which brought to mind one of the first times they did magick together. Floating a rose and attempting to remove the petals one by one. It hadn't gone exactly as planned. And those memories made her want to smile, they calmed her more.
She looked up at the young doctor again, nodding slowly. "I can move the pencil." She said move it. Not float it. Tara bit back a smirk and concentrated on the pencil, before closing her eyes, breathing. When she opened her eyes again, the pencil rolled off the woman's palm. Looking back calmly at her, Tara waited.