[ Spike's bored. That's the best way to put it — he's out of things to occupy himself with and once you've faced a couple of apocalypses, the end of the world becomes mundane. Smoking, drinking and talking is all he's got left and he's doing the first as he approaches her out of the hope to do the third. ]
You look like shit. [ He offers her the cigarette carton - how are you holding up? ]