Eh. [She murmurs from the next room over, gentle tinkling of electronics being shoved around the spare bedroom she'd made a nest of technological wonders. And by tinkling we mean crashes, here and there, because that nest grew a bit out of control.]
It's a bit big compared to my last digs. [More murmurs, her head popping out of the door frame to frown and look around as if trying to remember where she placed something. It's a bit of a mess but not overtly so, just piles of papers and a few discarded items of clothing around. Most traces of Cross are gone, but one ashtray by the kitchen sink, two butts still in it. Not his, however, but they might as well be as far as Spike's concerned.]