"No!" Willow exclaimed. "I mean, no, you're not off. We're always on the lookout for whoever wants to help fight the good fight. I, um, I'm Willow Rosenberg. It's nice to meet you." She continued to smile perkily before glancing at the counter in search of the notebook Cordelia used to mark down who was staying in the hotel at any given point in time.
"So I'm not exactly in charge in any real, literal definition of the word but I do know the ones who are in charge and I'm pretty sure they won't say no to a little extra help now that the sun has gone all MIA and..." She paused, frowning slightly and stopping her search long enough to look back to Tonks.
"I was babbling again, wasn't I? Sorry." A shake of her head, and she finally located the notebook and pulled it out from underneath the counter. Smiling once more at Tonks she asked, "So... what is it you specialize is? Because we have all types here at the Hyperion."