As the ship shut down around her, displays going dark and panels sliding in front of the controls for flying, replacing them with a simpler set of controls for the few functions that the ship kept going while docked, Wanda got up and stretched. There was tension in her shoulders that had nothing to do with flying.
The ship was silent around her, and she missed the others from her colony fiercely. But that wasn't the full explanation for how strange she felt either.
Just before she left Naboo, Wanda had visited Clint Barton, and the memories that he'd shared with her, fresh memories of her twin...
It unsettled her, opened something that had started to close more than she'd realized. She'd spent the entire trip here trying to come to terms with what she was feeling, but now she was here. Vampire planet, and that meant no more time for anything else.
She rolled her shoulders and headed out, stopping to grab a jacket before she left to meet Buffy. Her hand hesitated over a red jacket -- red for confidence -- but she pulled out a black jacket instead. Red was too bright for hunting vampires, surely.
She hesitated again before cycling through the exit, this time to take a breath and let her mind mull over the sense that she was getting of the city. She could feel mental activity even though there was nothing specific -- without any exertion, there was just a tiny trickle of feeling to tell her that she wasn't in empty space, and she wasn't at home.
It felt...alien. But so had Naboo. Wanda wasn't going to let that stop her.
She squared her shoulders and left the ship, a small unobtrusive figure. She didn't appear to be armed at all, her powers hidden within.
When she saw Buffy, she felt a rush of pleasure and relief -- she was so glad to make this stop with Buffy, before heading out into the galaxy to finish the tasks that her colony needed. She was glad not to be alone right now.
She gave Buffy a wave and hurried to join her. "You look prepared," she noted. She scanned the passersby, trying to guess what Buffy might be seeing. What clues would a Slayer see that Wanda was blind to? "What do we do now? What do we look for?"