Wanda followed Buffy's directions, and as they got closer, she had to close off her mind a little, because the casino was so full of people and their thoughts and emotions. Hope of winning, anger at losing, glee and despair drifted up like smoke, but even less tangible.
In all of that, the less crowded penthouse level (if that was what it was) seemed soothing, though spiked with the occasional mystery. Not completely empty, at least. It would take a moment for Wanda to resolve more than that. She was out of practice at really quick mental work, she thought, with a tangle of feelings that she didn't even try to interpret.
As they flew toward the balcony, a proximity light went on.
A quick red bolt of energy engulfed whatever high tech component was producing the light before if had been on for more than a second. Wanda froze, listening with all her senses, looking for other lights to come on in response, but nothing seemed to happen. Wanda relaxed a bit and landed them on the balcony.