Jet, who's own bottle was still half full, thought he could tell that there was something a little off with Spike. It had always been difficult to put a finger on, but after years of getting to know Spike on the ship, he had at least begun to decipher the Spike code. He hadn't been paying too close attention, but he may have noticed a glance one or twice.

"Something eating you, Spike?" he asked, having gotten relatively comfortable in Jo's chair.