Buffy, yelling for Angels, open to anyone else who wants to be there.
It was over, it was done. They'd got rid of every damn demon in there, save Alastair, who was trapped. They were all alive. Some were beat up, she herself had a busted lip and a cut across her arm. Minor things, they'd heal up soon enough. She'd probably bruise, but those wouldn't last long either. They'd pulled it off. All of them. Each and everyone one of the people who had come along deserved some kind of reward.
Once the fight was done, she had asked for the symbols keeping out the angels to be removed, and helping out herself until she figured it out. Some of the kidnapped were healed, some weren't. Most were unconscious and being transported back to the apartments. She watched some of her people go, before looking around, then up. Why was she looking up? When she thought of Angels, she thought of them watching from above. Kind of creepy, but she had delivered. Now she was going to gloat infront of Uriel.
"Hey! Assclown with wings! And any other Angel." she added. "Like I said. One demon, wrapped up and ready for delivery." and none of them had thought they could pull it off. Everyone in this damn worked underestimated the Slayer. It was getting kind of annoying. She was going to have to build up her rep. all over again.