Spike was the last to enter the area. He had been lurking in the hall, body tensely moving back and forth across the short spaces between rooms, eyes constantly rising to look at the door ahead. He knew that he would likely pick up her scent before he caught sight of her, but Spike wanted to be sure that he didn't miss anything. Having Buffy up and vanish on them the last time around had been a hard thing for all of them. Spike had retaliated at first by getting involved in a few brawls, but since then he had been particularly silent on the matter. It was unlikely that it made a difference with much of anyone else. Spike didn't often open up to anyone unless there was either alcohol involved, a certain level of importance to the subject, or if the heart to heart was actually with someone that he genuinely cared about. Having Buffy and Dawn vanish from the area entirely had eliminated that last option. But now she was back again. Spike could go from sulking in private to actively concerned. He'd be protective. He'd make sure she got what she needed. It was Buffy, after all, not some random idiot from the street.
Back turned away from the lobby, Spike froze in place. Eyes rising, he lifted his chin and quietly stood, body tense as ever. Then he suddenly turned and strode into the next room, hearing the voices that he knew he had been waiting for.
Hearing the voices, seeing the face. Spike came along, keeping his distant from the group. She looked different. Not quite entirely all right. From a different time period, probably. That often happened here. "Buffy," he simply said, eyes finding no one but her.
[ooc: Tag fail! I'M SORRY FOR THE MULTIPLE REPS, the stupid lines do not want to stay in place. Wtf.]