Upon turning around, it was obvious at once to both Willow and Pat why even those who hadn't gotten hurt by the glass were screaming – floating several inches above the floor, arms outstretched wide and an evil grin on her face, was a woman who looked as if she had climbed straight out of a coffin, dried and leathery brown skin stretched so tight that it was a miracle the bones weren't showing through, yellow and black, crooked teeth showing as she smiled, apparently able to look at the terrified crowd even though her eyes had dried out along with her skin and were nothing more than shrivelled little orbs in the sockets, wispy and thin white hair moving gently in the breeze she had conjured up.

Without even fully realizing what she was doing, Pat shoved Willow behind herself as she noticed that the gaze of the woman somehow was focusing on the witch and her; she clenched her fists, remembering in the last second that they were in public and managing to keep herself from flaming up, baring her teeth at the woman instead, unable to hold back the low growl though, and to keep her good eye from flaring up brightly red.

Obviously though, no one was noticing that a woman who had looked perfectly ordinary just moments ago now was growling like an angry wolf and had a glowing red gaze now; they all were focused on the floating woman, holding their breaths as she started moving, gently drifting through the broken door, all of them looking relieved as she passed them without glancing at them once, fully focused on the witch and the demon.

Behind Pat, Willow started mumbling the first defensive spell which came to her mind, a rather simple, but effective shield spell which would protect them against any magic the woman might throw at them; and that this woman was a witch, as well, or at least some other creature using magic, was out of question, with the way she was looking and the impressive control she demonstrated as she floated across the room.

"There's no reason for this", she stated in a voice which sounded as old and papery as the rest of her looked, gesturing vaguely at Pat's glowing eye, "it's not impressing me, and the rest of our audience doesn't really notice."

She smiled slightly, exposing her rotten teeth again, then briefly looked at the crowd – before her gaze focused on the demon again, her smile widening slightly as she stopped floating, still a meter away from the taller woman, but making her uneasy with her presence anyway.

Not sure what to expect, Pat made sure that Willow still was behind her, taking her gaze off the strange woman for a second to do so; and when she glanced back at her, the smile had turned into a grin, giving them an even better view of the rotten teeth, to the great dismay of both of them.

"You might as well have flamed up", the dried out woman then told Pat, laughing slightly at the taller woman's surprise, the merry sound convincing her that, had the woman still had her eyes, they would have twinkled cheerfully.

"Surprised, I take it", the woman went on, apparently deciding that she'd had enough of floating now as she lowered herself down to the ground, her feet creaking ominously once her weight, light as she was, was put fully on them, giving the couple a second to wonder if her bones might break and make her fall down – and then she raised her arm with a shockingly fast, harsh move and the blink of an eye later, Pat let out a surprised yelp as she was flung aside, crashing into a thankfully empty table and causing it to topple over beneath her weight, Willow throwing up the shield moments later, not wanting to share her partner's fate.

"Don't bother", the woman told her with contempt in her voice as the magic flashed up in front of the redhead, "I'm not here for you."

With her eyes widening, Willow automatically looked over at where her partner was struggling to get to her feet, her concentration slipping just enough to make her drop the shield; she still had a moment to hear the woman cackle gleefully, then the blast of magic hit her, throwing her backwards and against the counter, stars exploding in front of her eyes as her the back of her head connected hard with the wooden surface before darkness engulfed her, the last thing she heard being the laughter of the woman.

"…hear me? Willow, come on, can you hear me?" It took her a moment to recognize the voice, but the moment she did and identified it as belonging to the owner of the Espresso Pump, everything which had happened before she had been knocked out came rushing back and her eyes flew open as she tried to sit up, only to slump back down with a low groan, the world spinning around her, the awful dizziness she was feeling nearly making her throw up.

"Take it easy", the young man told her, sounding concerned, "you got quite the blow to the head… But at least it's not bleeding…"

"Where's Pat?" the witch demanded to know in reply, slowly daring to look around even though it made the world spin even faster around her, her heart clenching up at the way the café's owner cleared his throat in reply, the young man barely able to look her in the eye when she glanced at him again.

"That creepy old woman", he mumbled, looking everywhere but at her face, "she… I don't know how she did it, but she made some odd gestures and knocked her out and… took her away."

"Did you see where she went?" the redhead demanded to know, giving her best to remain calm, telling herself that freaking out wouldn't help anyone, especially not Pat; moments later, this was made considerably harder than it already had been as the young man cleared his throat, sounding uncomfortable when he replied.

"No", he mumbled, glancing down on the floor, fiddling with the hem of his shirt nervously, "I know this will sound weird, but… Well, you'll think I'm crazy now, but she kinda grabbed her and then they… vanished."

To his obvious surprise, the redhead just nodded, clearly not doubting his words for a second; before he could ask her why this didn't seem to surprise her though, she was already struggling to her feet, ignoring him when he, alarmed, asked her if she shouldn't at least remain seated a bit longer.

"Sorry about your window and door", she mumbled as soon as she had managed to stand up and was sure she wouldn't fall over again, saying the first thing which came to her mind, "we'll help with paying for the damage as soon as this has been… resolved… but I need to go now…"

"Shouldn't we call the police?" the guy decided to ask in reply, still sounding concerned, raising his eyebrows in surprise when she shook her head at once.

"They won't be able to help about this", she then let him know, with the tiniest tremble in her voice now, just enough to let him notice, as her carefully composed self-control threatened to slip, "trust me, I know."

And with those words, before he could reply anything, she walked off, stepping through the doorframe and soon vanishing from sight; he looked after her for a few more moments, asking himself what exactly was going on – before he did what all citizens of Sunnydale were so good at and pushed the whole incident to the far back of his mind, focusing on the remaining patrons instead, moving from one to the next and asking them if they were okay, not one of them mentioning what they all had witnessed just minutes ago.