One scarred eyebrow ticks up at that, but if he intended to challenge a total stranger on their pain tolerance he made no other visible show of the urge. What could he make of it? He didn't know the girl, one way or the other. Spike was out of fingers to count off the number of women society would have underestimated based on looks or size alone.

"Right." The skepticism remained. As much as he could stick his nose where it didn't belong, the whole lot of them had been sucked in here for the same purpose. One would hope they knew what they were doing, but years of dealing with so-called destiny hadn't convinced him. "Could be worse. Could be one of hundreds of hell dimensions."

Far be it to him to be worried about whether she was a regular or not, though the bites told him enough.

"Are you the entertainment tonight?"