When the sound of someone approaching reached her ears, she turned her head slowly, watching as the person drew closer. A small smile came to her lips when she realized that it was indeed Spike. Here he was, just like they said he would be. Perhaps not all the demons here were as useless as she thought, despite the way some of them looked.
As her drew closer, her smile grew wider, until she was smiling over at him like a child would smile at a best friend, or an adult that they looked up to. "Hello, Spike." she said in a calm, cheerful voice. She didn't move from her spot, she just watched him, appearing as happy as could be.
"I told you I'd come find you." her voice dropped a little, become just a bit more dangerous sounding, something that was hard to picture when you were looking at a little girl and a lacey dress. Slowly, she slipped off the grave, feet touching down on the ground one white slip on at a time. She let her hands fall to her side, fingers playing with and curling bits of theh fabric of her dress. She took one, two steps toward him, then came to a stop again. She tilted her head to the side, examining slightly. It almost looked like she was sizing him up as she waited for him to say something.