Willow glanced up when the door opened, rising from her seat on the large, circular couch in the center of the lobby. "Hi there," she greeted the woman who had entered, a slight grin on her face. "I'm Willow. You're Jo, right?"
She sure hoped so, because if not she was going to have to either defend the hotel from another attack or spend the next ten minutes explaining to this person that no, they weren't an actual hotel that rented rooms out to just anyone off the streets. Which would be bad, at least for Sam, who was still stuck out there with a demon trapped inside of his body.
A demon, for the record, that Willow didn't like. At all.
"Oh, and uh, sorry for the lack of others here. We've had a bit of a kidnapping so they're kinda dealing with that at the moment." Okay, not the most thoughtful of afterthoughts, but considering everything that had been taking place here lately, it was a wonder Willow was able to remember much of anything for more than a few moments at a time.