Setting her coffee down Phoebe glanced up as someone came up to her table. Accent, not bad. She always did love a good accent. He took a seat and she smiled before reaching up to take her glasses off. The whole dark cloak like thing really screamed vampire. Or, goth club. She could see it going either way.
"Spike right? Can I get you a coffee?" She had no idea if he drank them or not. Could be a strictly blood diet. "Oh I'm sure by now you've heard them all huh? So why don't I let you just give me the basics? Oh, but I do have one question." Pulling up the right window on the computer she turned the lap top towards him. "Was just checking to make sure I wasn't burned at the stake in this time and it looks like I don't even exist. Well, more accurately, I only exist in a show? And a comic, but don't get me started on that."