Wanda nodded. When she thought about it, she could understand Buffy giving her an out. The last thing anyone wanted in a fight was someone who wasn't committed to fighting, to doing what needed to be done. Someone who might run away, or act unpredictably. "I will not leave you to fight alone," she said firmly.
Wanda had issues with violence for the sake of violence -- or for catharsis, if that was any different -- and enough guilt to make "evil" sting a little -- no easy definitions in her mind any more -- but she could also tell that Buffy was trying to lighten the mood. Fight coming up, don't let it get us down...time honored tradition. "Maybe we should just skip to defeating the evil vampires and then have a victory celebration afterward," she suggested, a slight hitch just before the word evil. But they ate people, that was pretty evil, even by Wanda's standards. She smiled. "I've heard that is fun too."
In the past, she reflected, she'd managed the victory, but not the celebration. But that wasn't what was important now, she reminded herself, and took a deep breath -- focus, Wanda -- and accompanied Buffy out onto the street. Somehow the idea of hailing a cab didn't appeal, knowing that they'd been watched, but when she was looking at the map, Wanda had noticed the bus route, and the bus was a double decker, with the second level open on top. It felt like options.
Wanda pointed out the bus stop and craned her neck, trying to see past the nearby buildings. The cliffs were a towering presence cutting through the center of the city, brilliantly lit. They didn't look very far away, but looks could be deceptive. "I would bet that they have slot machines everywhere, like cockroaches," she said.
She hesitated, thinking about the logistics of burning down a place cut into a cliff. Thinking about people being trapped... "Is the plan really to burn it down?" she asked cautiously.