"It was jammed." He repeats, pointedly. That kind of thing just doesn't happen to him, so it couldn't have. Nobody is a better shot than he is.

More pressing is the sudden disappearance of the egg monster. Spike stares at the empty space it occupied a moment ago, then around him. How fast can something like that move? It only had those tentacles to get around with. "...Yeah, I could have. I didn't know what it was."

Finding nothing, his gaze settles back on the Doctor. "You do though. Maybe it got the wrong door."