Well, that's a familiar enough look. She's worn it herself many times, and seen it on countless others. It's enough to make her smile, warm and friendly and companionable.

"Glad I don't have to explain further, because honestly, it starts getting weird real fast." And honestly, she doesn't know that much. She knows how to work it, she doesn't really know why.

His proposition makes her pause, think over it. Her eyes move from the boy to his... work, tracing webbing to corner to wall and back down further the corridor, where he said a swarm is waiting.

"It'll be more delicate than what I'm used to doing," she admits. "But it should be doable."