I'm afraid you're quite right. [Her helmet swings left and right as she decides quickly] Myers and I will check the lounge. Langley and Molito: see what you can do about navigating the crowd. If it proves impossible, meet us back here. [She doesn't give room to argue - Spike and Buffy will barely be able to hear each other over the pounding techno beat, let alone snark effectively. She breaks to the left immediately, heading towards the bar.]