From beneath you, it devours. Anna understood the Spanish straight away, but hadn't realized it was that severe. Buffy hadn't mentioned that before, but then again, there was such a thing as old battle wounds. Not all of them were physical and she could understand that. This meant Jonathan came from before Andrew's current time, but then again...there wasn't really anywhere to take him from unless his reality was so far off from Andrew's that...it was just a thought. But that didn't mean she liked it since it could be a realistic reality.
Reaching out, she put a gentle hand on his shoulder and stared him in the eye, hoping to silence him in time. Not that she was really worried about the bystanders hearing. Most of them either didn't notice or went about their business in the presence of supernatural forces anyway. "You don't know that for sure," she said evenly, keeping her tone calm. "If he's there alone, then he's probably smart enough to know to walk back out."
Andrew had told her enough about that night and she knew with no one to do any of the stabbing, then Andrew was as safe as anyone could be in Sunnydale. Or at least, she hoped.
Meanwhile, Severus glared at the small man in disgust. He would never understand how two seemingly unrelated individuals could resort to tears before effectively deducing a situation with logic, despite the fact that clearly neither of them held the capacity for anything of the sort. As far as he could tell, both Andrew and Jonathan were preoccupied with meaningless technology and diversions. So long as it produced enough heat and made a bleeping noise, it was sufficient enough to hold their shallow interests.
"There will be no going back, Levinson; many have tried and yet we all still remain. You will remain calm and explain to us exactly what we need to know as soon as Miss Milton transports us somewhere suitable enough for conversation," he said, his ever-present bitter tone biting as ever.
Anna turned around at that, staring at him in confusion, to which Severus simply shrugged. "Wouldn't you agree that humans are less likely to withstand such temperatures?"
Turning back to Jonathan, she sighed as a sheepish smile graced her features. "He's right," she said. "So just stay still. Bend your knees when you land."
Without giving him much opportunity to argue, she tapped two fingers to the small man's forehead, aiming for her own apartment since she could think of no safer place.