Woah, he was not expecting that. Spike backs up immediately, holding his hands in front of him like he's really intimidated by a tiny furious Molotov. He'll pass it off as utter confounded if anyone asks later, which he's hoping they won't.

Grabbing an old shirt, he holds it up in front of him like a bull cape, for lack of other ways to deal with this. Ein barks helpfully, and Spike makes sure to shoot him a disgusted look before waving the shirt around, trying to get her to settle the hell down. How does this always happen when he helps women out? It's a mystery.