The strongest source he could find. "Wow, really? I would've thought, I mean..." Willow didn't finish that, realizing rather belatedly that she'd just assumed he meant her. That wasn't necessarily the case, though. There were a lot of powerful people at the Hyperion, so it was quite possible he'd honed in on any number of them.
So instead of continuing that rather conceited train of thought, she instead asked almost hesitantly, "You want a bit of help? Because helping is something I'm pretty nifty at." Even as she asked the question, she was already moving toward him. He certainly didn't seem evil and, well, even if he was... it wasn't like she couldn't handle herself.
Crouching down beside him, she gently held her hands over his chest and closed her eyes. A warmth passed through her, into him, as small traces of black began to color the roots of her brilliant red hair. When she re-opened her eyes a few seconds later, she was smiling. "Better?" she questioned hopefully.