[ But he is careful as he steps out the door, letting it slide shut behind him as he makes his way down the dim corridor. There is something alright... a hiss. The crackle of static. A low whining moan over the PA system, like someone's trying to get it to work again but doesn't have the needed experience to do so. It's three steps later that he rounds a corner, roughly at the same time as-
Well. As a raptor rounds the corner in the other end of the corridor.
Spike freezes immediately, senses on high alert. If he wasn't at the end of his rope he could take the beast easily, but now he's not so sure. If anything he can't afford that it gets a whiff of the fresh meat that is Rebecca and picking a fight may result in just that — swallowing sharply he sinks back the way he came, quietly slipping back into the room with a grim expression. ]