Kathryn finally sat up once Sam -- or rather, the demon, as she now knew him to be -- was distracted by Spike's sudden presence, watching their interactions as she continued to rub one hand against the back of her head. She could feel a bit of sticky, warm pool seeping from a small wound there, and she made a face at the feel of it.
An instant later, she was being pulled to her feet and led towards the parking lot, hearing the demon's cries and shouts from behind. It didn't take long before the motorcycle came into view, and Kathryn was even more thankful for Spike than ever. He had a quick escape.
"No 'I told you so's' right now," she mumbled to him, remembering his advice from just recently.