Willow licks her lips to be sure she's cleaned them of all traces of Elsie's blood. Dribbling is terribly inelegant, and the music in her ears tonight reminds her that the opposite of that is by far the more appropriate goal.

"Mmm, I think tonight's plans may belong to the night," she answers. "If I can't find a more immediate use for myself, there's always reintroducing myself to the city. She never forgets me, but those walking her streets sometimes have shorter memories."

She'll talk to Violet and Jack first of course, if only to find out if they have any requests.