The sight of a little girl wandering about in the dark was hardly an appealing thing for him. Spike had seen too many young people become terrorized for going out on their own. He had seen it. He had done it. Back in his time, when souls weren't the new thing, Spike would have loved to take advantage of a situation like this. Seize the little girl, find out who she belonged to, and then play with both the family and the child until he got bored before ultimately killing them both off in a slow, painful manner. He had long since moved past the cruel deeds that his former self preferred to commit. Now he was more concerned about the kid wandering about than amused. Damn, damn, damn! That meant he had to do the right thing by being all worried and responsible! Stupid, shiny little soul!
"Hey you," he started, sliding off the steps. Giving his cigarette one final drag, Spike dropped it onto the pavement and moved toward the girl, smoke streaming through the air as he exhaled slowly. "What are you doing running about out here by yourself? Don't you know what time it is?" He'd ask her about the little tears later. Kids often cried. It was more important that he made it known that she was being an idiot by running around like this first. Very, very important. Stupid little girl.