Spike couldn't even throw a witty retort back at her over that one. She hadn't shot him. Shot at him, yes. But those two things were not exactly the same, were they? "Well, all right." he eyed her for the slightest fraction of a moment before deciding it wasn't worth arguing about in the least.
At another time in his life, Spike would certainly not have been so cooperative with her. No, not at all. In fact, at that juncture in his life, he'd have already had her on the ground, begging for him not to kill her. Or begging that he did and got it over with, depending on the day. These days, though, he was more compliant to things such as this.
He could see her doubt and skepticism spill across her face as she considered the new information he'd given her. Another thing that was so common upon initial arrivals here. Doubt that anything handed over on a silver platter was safe and skepticism that if it was really that great, it definitely couldn't be free. Lawrence had a way of proving assumptions like that entirely wrong, though. She took him by surprise, though, when she asked him to lead the way, and that surprise was no doubt very clear on his face. "All right, then." he nodded and took a careful step, a test of the boundaries, before proceeding to take her to the complex.