Luckily (for her safety if not for any bruises she might end up with), Jack's big and heavy and well-practised at manhandling people where they don't want to go, so he wins the battle. And then, once he's got the door secured, he heads back into the kitchen to search for a knife, his skin crawling as he thinks about Spike.
"You really think this is the time to ask for dating advice?" he asks tightly, gesturing out at the dark night in the middle of the day, filled with monsters and demons and who knows what else.
At least the lights are working at the moment so it's not too dark in here, though even as he thinks it they give a warning flicker.