“Uh…” It occurred to Spike then and there that in the midst of the confusion of Meranax pulling him from the tapestry, his fall into the middle of the treasure horde, his blind run, the blinding light obfuscating and disorientating his sense of direction for a moment too long, and the now raging fires casting odd shadows across the walls… he now had no idea where the exit actually was. “Look, doesn't matter right now. We need to get high up again, and far enough away from her that it won’t matter. Then we can see where it is and get out. Handy, come on!”