“You think I wanna be seen outside like this either?” Willow asked, sighing as she turned slightly, the entire fact she was practically looking at herself making it harder to think than she’d like. At this point, she wasn’t sure she could get Cordelia to listen to her, especially considering that all of this was even freaking her out. Sighing a little, mentally cursing herself for not bringing any of her spell-books back to the house, she finally looked over her shoulder at Cordy.
“Look, we need to go find Giles, ok? He’ll fix this.”
“Well, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”
It was a loaded statement, and one she wasn’t really expecting Willow
to refute. Because honestly, why would Willow complain about looking
like her? That was obviously the least of her problems - unlike
Cordelia, who would be committing social suicide by walking out like this.
Or, more specifically, letting WIllow go literally anywhere using her body.
“No way. He can come here, but there’s no
way either of us is leaving the house like this!”