"Okay." Buffy nodded, half to Willow and half to herself-- her mind was already racing over practical things, like where the first aid box was (the bathroom?), because although Willow had said she wasn't hurt, there was so much glass... she was also pretty sure that she'd seen purple bunny pajamas, so a coat would be helpful... she ran around the house to grab these things, then left, walking with enough urgency that it bordered on a jog. The tram had the courtesy to arrive quickly, and within ten minutes she was striding down the street where the Bronze used to be.

"Will?" She called tentatively, as she walked inside the sad excuse for a building. "Will, it's me."