[ The smile is the worst part of the answer, as if it's gloating that it has all the power as a door. But at least it is an answer, pointing them toward the farthest possible point on this little stretch of land. Somehow, achieving even this much gives Buffy a sense of renewed confidence that she can, in fact, handle this — mysterious riddles and magicked objects and cursed places are right in her wheelhouse. ]
I'll be fine, Wanda, thanks.
[ She takes note that Hux doesn't offer his own help, trying not to judge him too harshly for it but also definitely judging him. He does, however, bring up a ridiculous but totally plausible in her world possibility that she mutters about to herself, eyeing that arrow leading up the side of the structure. ]
I sure hope this isn't Wonderland, I'd really like to keep my head today.
[ Her list of prior deaths does not include decapitation and she'd really prefer to keep it that way. It's messy and unpleasant, and if she comes back for a fifth encore... Well, the scarf look to cover scars is just a bit too in-thrall-to-Dracula for her.
Since fighting her way out of things hasn't gotten her very far yet, she hangs back behind the others, limping slightly and keeping an eye (and ear) out for anything they might not notice. Slayer senses, don't fail her now.]
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I'll be fine, Wanda, thanks.
[ She takes note that Hux doesn't offer his own help, trying not to judge him too harshly for it but also definitely judging him. He does, however, bring up a ridiculous but totally plausible in her world possibility that she mutters about to herself, eyeing that arrow leading up the side of the structure. ]
I sure hope this isn't Wonderland, I'd really like to keep my head today.
[ Her list of prior deaths does not include decapitation and she'd really prefer to keep it that way. It's messy and unpleasant, and if she comes back for a fifth encore... Well, the scarf look to cover scars is just a bit too in-thrall-to-Dracula for her.
Since fighting her way out of things hasn't gotten her very far yet, she hangs back behind the others, limping slightly and keeping an eye (and ear) out for anything they might not notice. Slayer senses, don't fail her now.]