[ Helen isn't the only one who dislikes this place. At first Spike believed it wouldn't be so bad, it might even harbor a small potential for a paradise of sorts now that he could be with his lady friend again but one step into the sunlight proved him wrong. It's not bad. Not terrible, even though the stinging pain of singed skin is making itself known with every movement.
No lasting damage is what they said. Doesn't make it any easier to swallow.
He's worn by lunchtime, feet dragging as he finds his way to a shadowed spot. Sits himself down with his bottle of synthetic blood, two thirds left just about. Enough to last him the day, even if it won't do much for the angry red sunburns on his face and arms. The jumpsuit offered some protection but he's certainly seen better days. ]