For the moment, Spike has abandoned the idea of carrying a flaming torch to ward off raptors in favor of moving quicker through the darkness. He can see as well as in broad daylight after all, the light was never for his benefit. The coat is back at the apartment too — you don't risk tearing a one-of-a-kind deal like that if you can help it and from what he remembers of last time this happened, raptors have a bite to them.
So, just him, t-shirt and jeans, hair slicked back and black wristband out and proud on his wrist when he stumbles into Jack's path, freezing immediately. Not part of the plan.