Sunshine glances down at her arm, suddenly self-conscious about the way she's hiding the scratches. She lifts her arm and carefully pulls her hand away - it sticks a little where the blood has already begun to clot - but there's still not that much blood, all told. It'll need to be washed, considering the source, but it's nothing that can't wait until she gets back to her own apartment. "No, it's - it's fine."

When Spike returns with the box, Sunshine fixes him with a puzzled frown. She knows she should just let it drop - don't look a gift horse, etc. - but she can't help herself. "You don't…" she gestures to the scrapes, "this doesn't… bother you?" Not that 'bother' is necessarily the right term, but she doesn't want to make it sound like she expects him to go all single-minded at the sight of blood. Even though she kind of does.