Willow had spent the better part of the afternoon making her way around the city, learning some of the back alleys and a few areas that most humans weren't brave enough to travel through on their own. Not that Willow is like most humans. She isn't, she knows she isn't, and most of those who inhabit said areas know it as well. There are a few, of course, who are either too stupid to realize this fact or simply don't care, but all-in-all she'd made it through the bulk of the afternoon without too many issues.
As evening began to fall, however, she had a feeling that wasn't going to be the case. Night in Los Angeles was about like night in Sunnydale. Completely different than the daylight hours. Vampires roamed freely, demons felt more at ease coming out of the shadows, it was when people were at their most vulnerable and Willow was on her guard.
She was focused on those around her, on the feeling of darkness that was sweeping over the city like a cloak, and was so focused in fact that she very nearly fell over sideways at the sudden rush of something different. Out of place, not quite darkness and not quite light. A shade of neutral unlike anything she'd ever senses before.
Moving quickly through the streets, it's not hard to find her target. Even if her magic wasn't guiding her, all she really had to do was follow the taunts of the average folk who were still daring to be outside. Green eyes narrow in mild annoyance at the lack of humanity around her. Since when did people become so rude? A simple glance and she could tell the guy (if he was even a guy, she wasn't sure about that one) was freaked out.
"Disperse," she finally spoke and the crowd parted for her, eyes going wide as people were moved out of her way by an unseen force. Heads turned toward the petite redhead while she followed after the stumbling man (creature? still couldn't say for sure) with his hands over his ears. And then the crowd moved again, their mutters silent as they tried to puzzle out what just happened.
With no answer readily available, they leave her to deal with the 'homeless problem'. Willow was grateful for that much, at least. It's easier to be herself when she isn't so annoyed, and the frown of displeasure gave way to a hesitant smile as she drew closer to one Eben Olemaun.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice quiet. Nonthreatening. She absently tucked a few stray locks of red hair behind her ear as she took a small step forward.