Well, at least she didn't have to wait for the conversation to turn in the very direction she would have preferred it didn't. Her bee leaves the planter and buzzes back over to land on her wrist. He clings there like an outlandish corsage for a few moments before trundling up her arm.

Maybe it's just as well that Spike asked. She hasn't stopped feeling as if she owes him some explanation for the whole messy business with the Giggler, despite the fact that he hasn't been pursuing one.

Modomnoc reaches her shoulder, and Sunshine crosses her arms, apprehensive despite the encouraging little thrum of wingbeats her bee gives her. "I was kidnapped," she finally says. "By a gang - vampires usually run in gangs, back home."