Daine isn't even close to being over her panic attack when she's interrupted by the sudden appearance of a... thing. She's managed to haul herself up onto the netting that surrounds the ball pit, which - surprise, surprise - is far easier for her spider limbs to deal with than the balls themselves. There she clings, a sorry, not-so-little ball of terrified teenage girl and surplus curled legs.

She turns her head sharply to look at the little eye stalk poking out of the ball pit, but she doesn't offer a word. Whatever it is, it'll probably try to kill her if it has any sense. Holding very still, she tries to get her breathing under control. It's not very bright in here; maybe it won't notice her if she doesn't move.