"They planted a carnival right on the parking lot for the Hellmouth." She wasn't being entirely quiet in her indignance as she planted her hands on her hips. "Why not just ring the dinner bell at the gates and shout 'come an' get 'em boys dinner's served!'? How much more wrong can you get?"
Then something went ding in her head and she looked at Jo in realization. "Oh! You mean picking up on anything." She smiled sheepishly then grimaced. "I have myself locked down pretty tightly. This close to the center of things it would probably be bad if I let my senses open even a smidge. So that would be no."