[She grins with her lean continuing, purposely more like a lover's walk than anything. It doesn't take all that long for her senses to settle in, but that pang in her chest is still there. It makes her long to do something, something she doesn't realize until they're closer to home is a longing for - the chase of something. She wants to do something, but there's... nothing but corpses around them. She tightens her grip on Spike's arm.]
We need to scrape this place down. [For more blood. But... part of her hopes they can still find other survivors.]