The child's wave and voice brought an even more genuine smile to her face. It reminded her of the time when she'd first joined Angel and his friends, when Connor had been an infant and everyone wanted to help care for him. To just be near pure innocence in the middle of bloodshed, violence, prophecies, and enemies. For a moment, she even wondered what it would have been like if she and Wesley had had the chance to settle down, have one of their own.
She mentally waved the thought off, not wanting to dwell on something like that at a time like this. "Hey sweetie," she said quietly before turning to regard the new arrival. Tim, if she remembered correctly. When Dawn arrived, she was relieved when Claire pointed them towards the office and the DVD player. That was something they couldn't get into too much trouble with.
Pulling the crossbow into her lap, she started to inspect the mechanism for what felt like the millionth time when someone unfamiliar arrived. Ben. The one with donuts and coffee. She started to try and explain that going outside wasn't a good idea for Dawn when Sharon spoke up first. The upside to everyone focused on the same task.
"I don't mind either, if need be," she said, glancing back to Ben. "One way or another, it'll get inside."