She didn't, only turned fer face against the sheets so the bridge of her nose and her forehead were pressed gingerly against the muzzle of the gun.

"Please just go," she sighed. She could lift it, if she had to, just as she could get out of the bed. But she hadn't bothered once to go get food in the... however long it had been since she'd awoken to find Spike gone, and she felt tired.