Spike didn't waste any time heading out. Even walking at a normal pace his long strides were hard to keep up with, and he didn't slow down once he realized he was being followed. He was used to it.

Once outside, he immediately reached for a cigarette, and paused by the street if only because he forgot about the leaves that flooded it. If not for that, he would have been gone by the time she reached him. At the moment, he defaulted back to his usual stoic attitude, like he hadn't just stormed out inexplicably. Smoking helped to ease the tension, but it was a temporary fix. He'd have to improvise from there.