She was either ignoring him or she was actually out of it enough to not notice the sound of his boots against the pavement behind her. Spike could be quiet if he wanted to - he was severely good at that - but he had opted for the noisy approach in order to avoid any unpleasant greetings. Raking his fingers through his bleached hair, Spike started moving closer, the scent of her fresh blood catching his attention rather quickly. Open wounds. Quite a few, from what he could sense. And that was merely from the back. He hadn't even seen her full on yet.
Moving a little more quickly, he managed to effectively reach her side. Stepping around her, Spike blocked her path. Arms hanging at his sides, he shot her a look of pure disbelief as he took in her mangled features.
"Bloody hell," he said without hesitation, "where's the truck that hit you?"