"Guess what? You're not top priority here, Buffy. You're not the big player in town anymore. You're just a Vampire Slayer. One among other millions of people out there who were chosen for one thing or another. The only thing that they care about here is that bloody Champion and whatever it is that he has his sights set on." Spike tilted her head to the side, inspecting the wounds on her face. "Currently? You and your kid sister aren't his problem. You can't just sit about and expect for him and his mates to come roaring in to help you. That's not how it works here."
Bringing up the disinfectant, he started working on those injuries. "Now I'm sure if you wrangle up your old mates, things'll be fine. People you know you can count on. Not these morons who are all whipped by the Powers that Be or Don't Be or Want to Be. Round them up for a meeting. Make with the plans. Kick her lopsided ass back to where it came from. Forget the Hyperion."