This thing's fucking incredible: it weighs almost nothing, feels like the smoothest silk, but it's magic. She'd like to put it on and sneak around just like Spike's been doing since they lost their way back to the bar, but seeing as how she's not stupid about the need for urgency, she hands it over and watches Spike just disappear into nothing.

"One of these days, mamacita, you're going to have to tell me about how you guys have done it. How you know where he is and all that. When we're alone... and that means just the two of us." She says that last bit for Spike's benefit; there's a lot she doesn't necessarily want to talk about in front of him.

There's probably a lot he's overheard that she wouldn't have shared. That ought to bother her a lot more than it does right now. But at the moment, she's just so goddamn glad she didn't make up the bar and everything that happened there.

In the meantime, though, she just nods to Beth. "Good for you, though. I'm really -- and I mean really -- happy for you guys."

And not a little jealous, too, but there's not much point in getting into that.