Her luck hadn't been so hot since she'd arrived in Kansas, so why not pile on a building collapsing ontop of her. Slayer luck was often awful. This had been no different. She'd freed Addie from her room, and went back in to help with the rescue efforts only to be trapped herself searching for the little girl who'd gone missing. Bo her name was, but the complex was too unstable. The Jedi, or whatever he was could only hold it up so long.
The rubble was making it difficult for her to breathe, but when she finally did her blond brows furrowed at the sound of a voice. It was vaguely familiar, but it wasn't one she was expecting. British but not Giles. One she hadn't heard enough yet to place on first thought. Especially while possibly concussed. There was a large bruise on her forehead where something had struck her unconscious.
It seemed like only moments after Spike pulled the wreckage off her the injuries started to heal. The open cut on her cheek slid shut in an instant, and he began to breathe properly again. Coughing from the dust that had clogged her airways. Blue eyes slid open and focused on the blond haired vampire infront of her. Her first thought was to punch him, but her second was that her arm was way too sore to move much yet. So she chose the second option of wincing and simply staring in disbelief. "..Spike?" Her voice was scratchy at first.