Okay, so maybe he wasn't evil anymore. But that didn't mean he had to be good. Spike was a survivor. And sometimes that meant surviving on other peoples' dime. Actually he wasn't really sure what anyone was doing for money around here. He did know that an awful lot of shit was just left lying around, there for the taking.

The cargo bay was one such place. How did anyone expect him to leave it alone? A man needed things, after all. And if you left bloody great boxes of merchandise just lying around, well, he was going to take advantage.

This particular box was proving a little more difficult. It was fairly large, which was exciting, but the only way into it he'd found was through the top. Which led to him rummaging around inside, sorting through various familiar and unfamiliar items in the hopes of finding something useful, or at least fun. And if he was caught at it? He'd just put on his best innocent "I'm a poor ignorant sod from the past who doesn't know your strange alien customs" face.