"What??" Perhaps it should have occurred to her that the strange blue light is an eye, and it definitely should have occurred to her that she's in a far better position than Andrew to notice anyone else in the ball pit. She really ought to have guessed that it's her he's talking about. But her nerves are already frayed, and she finds herself retreating up the net without even meaning to. As it turns out, her movements are far more coordinated when she doesn't think about them. They're also fast, and she lets out a very un-spidren-like squeak of surprise as she jerks backward.

"Where?" she asks, eyes darting around the space as she clings to the netting near the ceiling. "I don't see anything."