Spike let his chair down flat again slowly, folding his arms across his chest and giving the woman a look that said 'really?'. She'd sure blown her top over nothing, then, though he had that effect on people.
"Post traumatic stress, right? That come from puppies and sunshine?" he asked, but not really sounding like he expected an answer. His shoulders shrugged at her expression and he tried to look serious, but lost it after a moment in laughter, a hand covering up to block his mouth and the other waving it off.
"Don't mind me, love. Just... wracked with these fits.'
It took him a minute to compose himself, and he dug into his coat for a pack of cigarettes, eying the ends of the filters thoughtfully.
"I'm going to go set a couple fires. You should stay here, sort out that anger," Spike said when he'd pushed out of his seat, offering Seras a cocked brow and brushing past her.