[Rebecca wishes she had an answer. In fact, her answer is just to - put her fingers to her neck to feel her pulse.
It's there.] I'm... I'm not dead.
[After a beat she sucks in a breath, frantically trying to see over her shoulder to where the bite she got earlier was. She stands, angling her back towards Spike. Her fingertips can't find it.] Is it - Is it still there?