What makes Spike's flesh creep -- and impresses him most -- is the way her face doesn't change. Oh, a little squint, like maybe she wore glasses before the Slayer package kicked in, but otherwise floating serene above the carnage.

Yet another vamp drops in from a nearby fire escape. Not sporting, that. Spike sticks out a leisurely combat boot -- well, leisurely for a vampire -- to trip the bloke up and send him sprawling at her feet.