Willow had remained silent, her face an expression of almost-boredom as she listened to everyone speak. Finally, when Fine had finished, she spoke up in a calm, detached sounding voice.
"Andrew Wells," she at long last spoke, her attention flickering to the man who had suggested a spy, of sorts, be sent inside. "He's typically ignored but privy to what happens. He would know who the healers are and could easily serve as a spy. And," her gaze slid to Vader, "he's completely obsessed with you, so getting him away from the Hyperion wouldn't require anything more than you contacting him."
She didn't elaborate further, instead glancing to Ryan. "Oh, and for the record, Angelus would rip you to shreds and dance in your entrails. He hates all things human." Her lips quirked into a smirk. "Whether you have a soul or not."
And once again Willow fell silent, her mind flickering back to what Ivy had said. Ivy, who was quite beautiful and whose presence was making Willow want to act in a way that wasn't at all how she would typically act. In fact, almost against her will, the witch's gaze flickered to the other woman for a moment, part of her wanting to be closer. And not in a purely friendship sort of way, either.