Sunshine blinks at the janitor as Spike carries her past him, turning her head to continue staring at him over his shoulder. "Hey, it's that guy," she says - drawls, almost. Gods, she's so tired. But not so tired that she can't lift her hand in an absurd little wave before she loses sight of the guy. Maybe he'll find it reassuring.

Once on the elevator, she squints in confusion at Spike's choice in floors. For a moment, she'd thought he was shooting for her floor instead of his (and had felt a vague, distant sort of indignation at his presumptuousness, and at the prospect of so much blood in her nice, clean apartment), but then it registers that they're going all the way up. "Are we going to the roof?" she asks, baffled. Then, because she's really starting to feel ridiculous, "I think I can probably stand."

… Okay, so that didn't sound all that confident. "Yes," she says, trying for a more authoritative tone, "I could."

No, she's not getting loopy from being all flipped out and exhausted, why would you even suggest such a thing.