Tara turned when she heard her named called. She managed to force a small smile on her face. "H-h-hel-lo." If Tara was the type to curse, there would be mental cursing. Goddess, why was she letting herself become so anxious over this? Complicated could mean anything. It was just that in the experiance of her past twenty odd years, complicated might not always mean bad but it was still a far cry from neutral news.
When Kennedy paced. Tara stayed standing. There was a brief moment where she fluctuated mentally between figuring out what to do with herself, but standing was good. She liked standing. Her eyes followed the other other female and she watched as she paced. This was Kennedy's meeting, she would let the other woman say what she had to say, it seemed to be very important. She would take her cues from her.
Tara frowned slightly, before dawning appeared. "Y-you mean wh-when I wuh-was sh-shot?" She asked. Had something happened around when she'd died. Xander or Buffy would have told her if her blood had started some evil ritual or something wouldn't they? She didn't know the exact details around her death, other than they'd been looking for Warren. While she'd wanted to know, she hadn't even considerd asking because there had been so many things happening. She'd believed Anya when she'd said that LA was worse than Sunnydale but she hadn't realised that the extant of trouble occuring would be so bad.