[ The second the guy turns around, it hits her like a small jolt of electricity. That sudden knowing that shoots through her and causes a visible twitch of her shoulder, a faint shiver up her spine. He’s like her. There’s no question about it. And the second she sees his face, she could bet good money on his name and probably come out the winner. ]

Huh.

[ Its graceful the way she moves from a crouch to sitting, still watching the other spider person with curiosity. It’s a practiced move. One she doesn’t have to think about. As still as she’s trying to be, however, for as much as she wants to come off as calm? Her fingers don’t atop drumming on the side of the box she finds herself on. ]

How did they get them in there at all is a good question, too. I’m sure we can figure something out, but then someone else is gonna open it and it’ll be a mess again.