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"Your shirt," Tara says, her brow knitting in a worried frown. It's spattered with red.

The last thing she sees is Willow's horrified face, as she collapses and everything goes dark. She doesn't have time to consider what this means. It just seems to happen.

And then she's... elsewhere.

Everything is soft and warm, and she know Willow's all right. She must be grieving, she must be in pain, but she will be okay. She has her friends, and she's strong. She'll heal and prosper and be safe. So will the rest of her friends. It's all going to be okay.

She doesn't know how long she's there. It can't be too long, but time seems to have no meaning.

And then she's not. The sunlight is harsh and bright, and there's all this noise. Traffic.

A lot of traffic, all around her. She's... in the middle of a round-about? It takes several long minutes for her to take in her surroundings. Gigantic buildings, tourists, cars. The noise is deafening. She looks down at herself, her jeans and blue sweater... the dark red stain and hole in her sweater, just over her heart. She touches it, but the skin there is unharmed, whole.

How did she get here? Where is here? The questions are too many for her to order in her mind, and she's not sure exactly what's happening. She has to collect herself for a minute to stop from panicking.

And she seems to be stuck atop the base of a monument. The granite is warm against her back, and it's just a little too far down for her to feel comfortable jumping. Especially given how shaky she currently feels.

"E-excuse me," she calls out to a passer-by. "I'm sorry, c- could you help me?"

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Tara feels a little awful for bringing it up like that, and she gives him an apologetic, sympathetic look.

"It's, it's alright," she says quickly, reassuringly. "I don't mind. One of my friends has died twice, and she's alright. And another's an ex-demon. And um, one used to be a ball of mystical energy," she continues, smiling encouragingly.

"Really." His mouth twitches in amusement. "Well with that track record, you're nothing if not prepared for the Rift." He considers for a minute, then shrugs. "Ex-demon's probably the only one of those I haven't been."

But she's adaptable, and that's a good sign. Daniel rolls his shoulders back in a quick, tensing stretch and looks up, shading his eyes against the sun.

"We should probably set you up with a phone, someplace to stay. You good to walk?"

Tara sometimes feels like an ex-demon, except she never was one to begin with, she just thought she was. But she's learned it's not as simple as that when it comes to whether someone is good or bad. And that it's not as simple as just being good or bad either. Certainly not when it comes to humans.

She nods and gets to her feet, brushing herself off. That hole and blood stain is really noticeable, isn't it? She worries her lip a little, glancing up at Daniel.

Well, she'll have to try at some point, right? And Daniel's just admitted to being not entirely human, and he seems trustworthy, so...

She gathers her thoughts, drawing in power from her surroundings. "Exsercio," she says quietly, sliding her hand over the hole, which knits itself together as the stain fades away and disappears. She makes sure the same thing happened to the hole in the back as well. At least now she'll blend in a bit more easily.

His eyes flick patiently to scan the anonymous spill of civilians flowing past, ensuring they don't have any suspiciously alert, potentially hostile ROMAC or Rebel personnel surveying them. When the cursory check reveals nothing, he turns back to Tara in time to see her hand falling away from a shirt both clean and whole. He blinks, puzzling it for a moment.

"Magic?" he mouths, curiosity and worry currently carrying the day in the heavy knit of his frown. Then, louder, he quickly adds, "I can set you up with one, no trouble," and tilts his head meaningfully.

"Okay," she answers with a nervous smile, following his lead. She has no idea where they even are, so. She'll have to find a map or something. At least if she gets lost on her own, she can just pretend to be a tourist.

"It's just a few spells," she adds awkwardly. Partly out of modesty, but mostly to obfuscate exactly what she's capable of. Especially as she isn't sure herself. It's not the same here. She's drawing on different energies, and she's not sure what kind of effect they will have on her. She'll need to be more cautious than usual.

He looks at her with rapt interest, already silently dissecting the mechanics of what happened. Excersio - Latin, obviously translating the meaning of repair to something very physical and applicable. Immediately the deduction spawns its own host of questions - are all spells Latin-based, what sort of energies are at work there, what sort of consequences would semantic alterations have down the road - but he clamps that thought down where it is, and simply nods.

"Best not to do it too visibly," he says, apology heavy in his voice. "Though, I dunno, I imagine a lot of people here are used to the weird and unexplainable. But the factions, erm, there are two of them: ROMAC, which is government-oriented and the Rebels who are...well, not - they generally keep an eye out for that sort of thing." His expression becomes slightly more strained. "Another reason I chose to fly under their collective radar."

Tara nods in understanding - her back had been towards the monument, and her hand covering the front, so the only way someone could've seen was if they were watching. And, well, the point was to become less noticeable. Surely if they're looking for that sort of thing, they would also notice someone with bloody bullet-holes as well?

"I think I'd like to too," she answers. "Avoid them, that is." They might not be as bad as they seem, but she'd like to know more before she goes running to them.

"Not a bad policy." He's biased, naturally, but erring on the side of caution is a favored course of action when one is kept confined to the city itself. "Bit harder to get by, but there are ways to get around that." Having a friend who's a literal archangel helps, as does having a friend who was able to get a very good apartment deal. He's a little more worried about finding her good housing, but at the very least he can nudge her enough for a hotel until they can work out something better.

He makes short work of purchasing her a network-accessible phone.

"Rifties only," he explains, handing it to her. "Not sure how far along you were, er - eleven years ago? I was pulled from 2005, so it wasn't that much more advanced than what I was used to."

It doesn't pass by Tara's notice that Daniel is paying actual money for that phone. She doesn't know how his finances are, but she'll have to figure out a way to pay him back.

"2002, yeah," she answers with a nod, clutching the phone with both hands. She'd managed to call from it, so she's sure she'll figure out what else it can do. "Our phones still have buttons," she adds with a small smile and a shrug.

"Yeah?" He'd have to confess he's never had to pay an undue amount of attention to Earth technology, and has only just begun to now. "Well, we're not too far apart. Time-wise, anyway." He's going to save the intergalactic archaeology discussion for later, so he simply indicates her phone with a dip of his head. "It's actually pretty user-friendly, just takes some getting used to."

He moves down the street at a meandering pace as he scrambles to put together his next order of business. Housing. Right.

"Housing's gonna be a little more difficult," he admits. "I've got a place I'll be moving into soon, but it took a while to scope out. In the meantime, hotels might be the safest bet if you wanna stay clear from the factions."

Tara nods and carefully tucks the phone into her pocket. The only other thing in there is a lip balm. As far as supplies for dimension-hopping goes, it's not much.

"Right," she answers slowly, falling silent as she contemplates this. Is he intending to pay for that too? She doesn't want to ask. She's not sure she would even feel comfortable accepting.

At least it's warm, so she wouldn't freeze to death or anything if she can't find somewhere. And maybe... if she finds somewhere that would be empty anyway? Unlocking doors isn't too difficult. Then there's still the matter of buying food. Perhaps she could convince someone into giving her a loan? That way she could pay it back and no harm would be done. She gnaws worriedly at her lip.

Tara fades into silence, and it doesn't take long to guess why.

"I'll cover it," he assures her gently. "Don't worry. Rifties, we - we kind of help each other out, especially if you're trying to stay away from the factions. The person who met me when I came through let me squat in her place until I could find someplace better. It's not a problem."

Tara looks up in surprise. The amount of kindness this man is exhibiting is really unexpected, particularly for someone who gets classified in her head as Adult. The only ones who could rival it in her experience would be Giles. And probably Joyce, but Tara never had time to get to know her too closely. (If you went by age, Anya and Spike would also both definitely qualify as adults, but not so much otherwise.)

"Are-- Are you sure?" she asks, a bit breathlessly. "I mean, I'll pay you back as soon as I can!" she quickly promises.

He lifts one shoulder in an unconcerned shrug. "It's all right. It's just - not really easy, getting transplanted to another universe, and it's good to start with a few resources." Daniel had been lucky enough to get a fair amount of guidance his first few days, despite the hiccups of getting off on the extremely wrong foot with Peter, then managing to piss off Satan - and in the same day, in less.

Thankfully, Tara doesn't strike him as someone who would do either of those things. She's been so unquestionably polite that he doubts Peter could form any misgivings about her, though given that it's Peter there's a high probability he'll just find reason to invent some.

He pulls out his own phone and texts the number of the phone he just bought.

"That's my number," he says. "In case you need anything. Even if it's just to talk."

Tara feels the phone vibrate in her pocket, and pulls it out just to check. For a few moments she just stares at it, feeling a bit overwhelmed with... well, everything. Considering the amount of distress she's experiencing, her gratitude towards Daniel is pretty intense. And then she almost walks into someone, so she quickly stuffs the phone back into her pocket and focuses on where she's going.

"I... Thank you," she says, trying to find a way to inject it with as much gratitude as she's feeling. "I mean, really. Thank you." She doubts she can actually stress it enough.

His distant, evaluative scan of their surroundings relaxes into another smile. She still seems pretty shaken if utterly sincere, but hopefully he's doing a decent job of helping her adjust. It's never easy.

"You're welcome." He starts fiddling with his phone, pulling up a map of nearby hotels. "Now let's see if we can find you someplace to stay."

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