Big, looming figure with a horribly familiar silhouette -- she clutches Lorne's arm for a second, until the figure moves its head and she gets a better view of the line of nose and forehead, the length of the horns.

Not the security guard, what was his name, from Wolfram & Hart. The same kind of demon, maybe; not the same -- Gary. His name was Gary. And he was never that tall.

(She flushes slightly, recognizing the ugly underthought of you all look the same to me.)

"H-hi," she says, lifting her free hand in an awkward wave.