"Oz?" He stepped forward, and she gave him a warm hug. After everything, seeing a friendly familiar face was more than welcome. "What are you doing here?" she asked him, nodding to Gunn that she had everything under control.
"I was hanging in Budapest, heard the First was back. I tried to get back to help, but by the time I did, Sunnydale was kinda gone. Figured Angel would know what happened." She nodded, looking behind her briefly. Fred was watching them, but turned her attention to Gunn when he sat down beside her. Wesley nodded at Oz, who returned the gesture.
"It's so good to see you." She told him, grabbing his suitcase and leading him towards the kitchen. He took up his guitar, following her. "Angel, look who's here!" she called. The vampire and the werewolf exchanged a look.
"Oz."
"Angel." She rolled her eyes.
"Way to communicate, guys. C'mon Oz, I'll find you a room." She paused a moment, "You are staying, right?" He nodded, and they started up the stairs. She made a mental note to make sure Kennedy didn't return to the hotel anytime soon; the possessive slayer was currently in Arizona on some busy work/slayer scouting. She saw Oz pause outside the door to Willow's room, closing his eyes briefly. Having plenty of experience with supernatural senses of smell, she didn't comment, finding him an empty room relatively nearby. She started in on one of her other mostly pre-done spiels, the one for newcomers who'd be staying in the hotel.
"Bathroom's just down the hall and on the right. The door's got a sign, since the girl with the room next to it got sick of people mixing up which was which. There are more towels in there than you could ever need. You saw the kitchen; there are three fridges now, the one on the left side is Angel's, regular food in the other two. Just go for the ones with the fun magnets." She sat down on the arm of a plush lounge chair, running through her mental list of things he needed to know. "Everybody kinda eats in shifts or on their own, but everyone in the hotel gets together in the big hall we found downstairs for dinner on Sundays. Today is…" she thought for a moment, then came up with the date, "Saturday. Good, so you can get the feel of things tomorrow, figure out where you'll fit here." He nodded, looking towards the window. She went to open the curtains.
"Not sure how good your view is."
"It's not important." He told her, leaning his guitar against the wall. She moved towards the door, giving him an apologetic grin.
"I'd give you the tour, but we'd probably get lost. And I'm supposed to be meeting Faith to talk about patrols and training."
"I'll be fine." It seemed Oz was, as he'd always been, as close to monosyllabic as he could manage. Which, in her own talkative opinion, was pretty close.
"If you need anything," She wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but she lived by instinct, so… "Willow's room is the third door down from yours. She has a little plaque from one of the new slayers that says 'House Mystic'." At this he smiled, and she gave a little wave on her way out the door. Once in the hallway, she shook her head a little, then started for the stairs. She thought about finding Willow and warning her about the presence of her werewolf ex, but decided that it would be more fun to see an original reaction. And Faith was waiting, probably not patiently.