Dawn was near her sister, it was the only place that felt right at the moment. Life had just gone to hell and she wasn't really a happy camper. Added in the fact that felt utterly useless and it was the best day known to man. Her body killed, every movement like some slow torture. She'd almost wished she gotten bit by some damn snake, it seemed like less a bitch than being thrown against a wall.
She glanced to Buffy at her side, taking in the crossed arms and the expression on her face. She was worried about Willow. Which wasn't surprisingy. It was the thought that screamed through Dawn's mind too. It looked bleak. End of the world, again, bleak.
"So, this is what... potential apocolypse number 193?" She smirked but the attempted joke just seemed weak to her.