[Willow hasn't spent seven years investigating unbelievable paranormal phenomena for nothing, and she knows a fishy explanation when she hears one. Her eyebrows go up, but personification of a country is far from anyone's first thought, so she has no guesses at all at what he's hiding. And truthfully she's still too concerned with the other part, his plan, to give it much thought.]

Yeah, Hollywood-- but I'm a small town girl, sorry. Not nearly that exciting. How about we ask people if they have a snowball fight instead of divebombing them? I'm not so much into assault, even with snow as my weapon.

[Sorry, but her sense of compassion is too strong to let her randomly attack strangers, and she's still frowning at him over his uniform.]