Last person Andrea expected to be knocking at her door at this time of night was Spike. As she padded as quickly as she could on feet with mostly unpainted toenails and in her jimjams. Not that she would have hurried and changed for Spike. Her jimjams were comfy and she wasn't out to impress him. Nevertheless, she hadn't expected it to be him at her door. Mostly it was because there had been knocking involved. By Spike. She was pretty sure this could have a whole issue made of it. As it was Spike. And it was surprising. And what did he want? Sex? She was rather sure there had been an internet booty call method they had going. That involved forewarning and not just showing up at her door.
She gave him a look, a bit perplexed, highly curious, and obviously debating if she should let him in or not. After a moment she invited him in with a tilt of her head, as she scuttled back slightly on the balls of her feet.
When he entered she shut the door close behind him. "Damsels are smart enough to stay in and not practising their distress rutines in dark alleyways tonight." She answers. "Not out winning or losing money ... or kittens in cards?" Andrea wasn't aware of Spike's habits, ... at all. Except she could guess. And she sure knew how to read.