Since her arrival, days had gone by in a blur. Between the over flow of information, from people being alive, to people being dead, from the less than happy words about her from some people, to fighting the Scourge. They'd done it, they'd won, another impossible victory under her, and many others belt. She'd used the day after to sleep, and then things got quiet. She still patrolled, slayed a few vampires, but nothing exciting.
So she'd spent quite a bit of time in the training room, losing herself in her training. She was going to need to go see Spike soon. She needed some Spike time. Because if she didn't keep busy, she was allowed to stop and think about what was really going on her, and her mind and emotions couldn't take some of it.
Keeping herself distracted was proving easy enough. She'd left the training room for the kitchen of the Hyperion for a bit. No one was more surprised than herself that she was still here. She was behaving, not trying to steal anyone's thunder, but she didn't know how long that would last.
Coming out of the kitchen, the thought of taking her pizza pockets up to her room to watch some Veronica Mars was at the front of her mind. She never made it to the stairs though. At first she just glanced at the person, and kept on walking. Then her mind caught up with her vision.
"Angel." she breathed out, before spinning back around on the spot. It was him, it was really him. He was here, alive, or alive-ish, and in the hotel. They had told her he was dead. But they had also told her that people came back. "Angel?" she asked, eyes going wide as she took one step toward him.