The urgency of his tone got through where the words didn't, and Buffy's attention snapped to Andrew's face. The tilt of his head -- she unconsciously matched it. That meant...
Over there. She looked, but didn't see anything except more angles, more brightness, sharp shadows.
At that moment he moved, some trivial motion but it was too close to her. She sidestepped instinctively, right into the path of another passerby. In confusion, she backed away, her fists clenching.
She got a few stares then, not just from Andrew, and one woman even patted Buffy on the shoulder as she slipped by, but although the sense of danger refused to leave her, even in the state she was in Buffy knew better than to actually lash out. "No," she muttered, and pushed herself up against the wall where no one would bother her, a few feet from the alley Andrew had pointed out. The sound coming from her mouth startled her; she repeated it, her voice harsh, coming from a very dry throat: "No."