[ wanda is still squinting through the onslaught of sunlight as much as she keeps her eyes narrowed and guarded at buffy, and to a lesser degree, hux — neither of whose names she actually knows. but mild senses swirl toward her as they make their way in a unit (strength in numbers, they seem to have agreed silently), closer into the cliffside.

she still remembers what happened to vanitas not far from here... those spindly demons, ripping him apart— the visions she had when he came back—

and later, the others... so many... ]

Experience diving headfirst toward what looks like bait or no, I think we should check the perimeter first,

[ she says, drawing up close to the base of the the lighthouse. the door left ajar seems even more suspicious than it would if it were closed. wanda pauses, listening with her ears and with her mind for any sign of life, a presence, but so far things seem... muddled. especially with that song playing, over and over.

she looks at her company with a slight shake of her head to indicate she didn't pick up anything discernible, then snaps her eyes to the side: the outbuilding. with a gesture of her hand, ]

Let's try in there first. There could be something useful.