"So?" She growls, "We get tons of dead people in here. Until there is evidence that she is a danger, she has the right to be here just as anyone else." The air around Willow had grown dark and crackled with lightning. She started to walk to the kitchen and turned around, "and don't try and provoke her either. It's rude," she says before disappearing through the kitchen doors. [@Dark Light]

She emerged a short time later with a fresh pot of coffee and a few mugs. Most of which she places near the bar, one she filled. She set the pot down and stood nearby, sipping the coffee. The light around her disappeared as she calmed down.