And suddenly, Sunshine is on her feet. She looks down at Eliot's couch, her expression not unlike that of a dog being abandoned at the pound: she thought they were friends, what happened? Come back, couch, she'll be good. But she's really no match for Spike's vampiric strength and comparative sobriety, and her only form of protest is a pout and an, "Awww."

Eliot's question earns him a baffled look - how 'cold' does he think room temperature is? "He's not cold," she says, mildly disparaging. Then, because Spike seems awfully eager to leave for some reason, "Waaaaait, I need my bag. It's..." she peers around the room, and it's good that Spike's holding her up because she'd definitely be keeling over without the extra support, "hiding. No! It's there," she concludes, pointing triumphantly to the coat rack by the door, then pouting again as she realizes it's on their way out.