He was a bit curious how she knew about his hair, but he wasn't going to ask. Spike was Spike. Spike was the guy who ran and told Dawn that Connor called her beautiful. For all he knew she and Spike had dyed their hair together or something.
"Fred was great. I miss her." It was all he would say about it. There were mixed emotions with her. She'd sold her soul on a deal that Angel had made to save him. Every time he saw Illyria or Gunn or Wesley, he was reminded of that. It was part his to carry because he had pushed his father to desperate measures. He'd made him prove he loved him, and the price was too high.
Lilah being around only made him wonder if she was here to collect, and if so, from whom? It didn't matter now because they had more immediate concerns to worry about. She had the door closed, so he pushed what he could against it so it wouldn't blow back open. Then he backed up and sat down against the opposite wall. "Maybe you'll get to use that sooner than later. You may have to eventually blast us out of here."
It was only half a joke. Because he could not believe how heavy the snow was coming down now. There was no way to see into the tower or out of it. He and Dawn were stuck. Crooking a finger at her, he beckoned her closer. "Might as well get comfortable. I think we're in for a wait." He chuckled a little. "Two LA kids in a snow storm. This should be interesting."