Molotov lets out a sigh of her own (it sounds a bit like a windchime, actually), then flutters over to sit on his shoulder. She figures she'll let out less dust if she's not flying around, and maybe Spike will sneeze less in that case. Either way, she sits lotus-style, barking out some tinkly directions and pointing at the door.

He'll always be able to rely on Molotov to be demanding and bossy.