"Don't be like that, mate! Come on, yer gonna get squished in a place like this."

And like that, he plucks her from the wall. Despite being a chunky metal prosthetic, his hold on her is feather-light to avoid hurting her but too rigid to let her escape and get to, say, something she can bite and actually cause damage.

"Where did ya even come from...? I got a place I can keep ya, as long as ya promise not ta get underfoot."

Because those are promises that spiders can make. Right?