It didn't take a very long time for Spike to get himself noticed. He didn't budge from his spot at the entrance, hardly wanting to risk going any closer to the sun than he already was now. The shadows were his friend. He'd like to stay real close, thanks. "Where the hell have you been for the past week?" Spike began, blue eyes flicking down to take in the sight of electricity dancing between her fingers. Interesting. Spike had seen demons and witches alike sport that sort of power before. Never a regular human. Spike sniffed at the air, ignoring his own burnt up scent and focusing on her own. She didn't smell demon. Possibly a witch, though Spike knew some of the people here had powers even without having to call on darker forces to grab hold of them.
"Demons," Spike stated flatly. "They've gone and taken the whole city over. We've been at war for days." Spike reached into his jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He popped one out, stuck it between his lips, then squinted off at the blond once more. It was sort of funny, looking at people while the sun was still out. Real bright. He could see very well in the dark, but there was something far more unique in getting to look at a person without half of them being shrouded in shadow. "Neat trick you've got there."
As far as Spike could tell, her eyes were clean. So unless she wanted to crispy fry barbecue him, she wasn't going to be a problem.