[her righteous anger is gone about as fast as it appeared. her species is moody like that, and Spike unknowingly happened upon a hair-trigger subject, but really it's too much energy to argue about it.]
You're the one who asked why I don't socialize. If you didn't want an answer you shouldn't bring it up.
But I can't kill myself. Logistically, I mean. [It's not... possible. Decapitating yourself? Not so easy.] Someone promised he would, but not until I go to sleep. And that was hard enough to negotiate.
[Shrug.] That's why I don't want to deal with people. They all think they get their own opinion about whether I'll live or not.