Willow nodded, rising back to a standing position. A flick of her wrist and a pair of chairs slid toward them. Taking a seat in one, she pointed to the other. "It's a lot more comfy than the floor," she offered. "Especially since I have a feeling that this might take a while."
At his question, her eyebrows rose a bit. "Um, this? Is the Hyperion Hotel. Headquarters of Angel Investigations. The city is Los Angeles a-and the country is America and, well, I can keep going if you need more? Around here, nobody really knows who knows what until they make with the talking." Stopping her babble before it got too far out of control, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and simply studied him for a moment.
"So... do you have a name? A-and maybe a place you came from? 'Cuz guessing games? Not exactly my strong suit." Almost as an afterthought, she offered, "Oh! And I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg. I guess I forgot to mention that what with the you ending up in the middle of the lobby and me threatening with the flaying. Which, once again, sorry about that but I can't be too careful around here."