Feisty little thing, she was. Smirking, Spike held his arms out at his sides and shook his head. "As it appears, I'm completely without my faithful device." People must have thought that they were odd. Two people with opposing accents that sounded terribly out of place in the city that they were in - which was, in itself, terribly out of place - standing out arguing over PDA's and maps. Spike knew that putting himself on display while holding up a young girl was far from the wisest of tactics, as some people were likely to notice how he was complicating things for the child, but he didn't much care. She had struck that curiosity of his. Not many things did.
"We're all new here," he pressed, feigning an innocent look, "you wouldn't want me to get lost, now would you? There are lots of nasty little buggers running round here. Something might eat me."