Well that was a surprise, "I dunno." Spike blinked at her. He did know. He wanted to save her. To take care of her, to protect her. "Well there's a surprise. They said you were mute. Kinda nice to know there's someone inside that blonde head of yours."
Back to the trailer, he hauled her inside and shut the door. He leaned against the pink counter next to the pink sink and sighed, running his fingers through his hair. The caravan interior was all 1950s pink and surreal.
"Alright, I do know. Cause I couldn't stand the thought of those sleazeball slavers using someone as beautiful and helpless and broken as you as a sex toy. There, happy now? I admit it. I'm a sentimental twit. All gooey and soft on the inside."