Maybe she has a point. Something in Spike is yelling at him to go to the door as much as the creature behind it is. With a growl of frustration, Spike painfully levers himself up and lurches towards the door, pulling away from Sunshine as he goes. It gets easier as he goes and, when he's finally reached the door, he's able to open it without any trouble.

The dog slips through into the room, brushing against Spike's legs as she does. "I think I'm a part of you," the dog says, and Spike squats down to better look at it. When he does, the dog licks his face.

"But dogs don't even like me."

She smiles a doggy smile when he lifts up a hand to pat her awkwardly on the head. When she speaks again, she sounds fond. "The name's Fausta, you twit." Spike spares a very confused glance towards Sunshine before he walks back, the dog trailing behind him.