She didn't answer, just turned, and faced the building. Her eyes focused in on it again, seeing through the walls, seeing the different spells at work, and whee to hit them at their weakest points. Her face fell blank as she drew in her powers. Her lips began to move, not in some demonic tongue, but in Latin, so anyone who could catch a few words would know what she was saying.
Her own arm stretched out infront of her, channeling the magic and giving it a direction to go. She weaved her own power with the spells on the, combining it with Anya's to overpower and start to tear it down, and take away the protection.
Eve hated anyone who was sick enough to hurt Children. She was looking forward to getting inside way to much. Even if Lilith wasn't her kill, she could still take out enough of them to feel useful. And with the number of them waiting inside, she was positive herself and Uriel were just going to be needed.