Going from the inside of a bar, to the balcony of an unknown location was a bit unsettling, to put it mildly. A quick glance around - while taking a moment to dry herself off as best she could - Willow's eyes grew wide as she caught a glimpse inside the penthouse.
"Oh crap," she muttered. If this place belonged to who it looked to belong to, she needed to find Peter quick and in a hurry. Because she had a feeling the owner - one Anakin Skywalker, formerly Darth Vader - was not going to be pleased to find a formerly evil witch standing on his balcony. Especially when the person she was in pursuit of was no where to be seen.
"Peter," she finally spoke, knowing he had to be somewhere, since she could still sense him, "don't you think this is a bit much? I mean, okay, the soda was a low blow and sorry about that, but pissing off a former Sith Lord? That's not exactly smart, not even for us, a-and okay, maybe you really don't want to go back a-and that's fine, but you need to show yourself so we can get out of here. Right now, if not sooner, in fact."
Her babble stopped then and she fell silent, hoping that Peter would listen to her pleas. If not, she was going to have to resort to some of her tougher magical spells. Not hard for her to pull off - not in the slightest - but definitely not stuff she wanted to start tossing Peter's way in what had so far been a simple (and kinda fun) game of hide and seek.