"A what?" Why can't he talk like a normal person? Anyway, just because it's a dream doesn't mean she has to enjoy herself, especially if she's stuck in spidren shape in a nasty old building.
Daine's reaction to the compressed air is a good deal more outwardly dramatic than Andrew's, but that's only to be expected. She tries to leap away instinctively, which just results in her slamming into the opposite wall. In the same moment, also instinctively (because you couldn't have paid her to do it on purpose), she shoots a blast of sticky web material at the source of the air. It lands on the wall with a splat, and the part of Daine that isn't completely horrified notes that it must be the stinging web she shot instead of the sort spidrens use to actually spin webs. Her suspicions are confirmed when another shot of compressed air attempts to make it through the web: there's a muffled hiss, and a bulge appears before slowly deflating.
Ugh, ugh, ugh. Daine turns away with a shudder and focuses on Andrew, instead. "Are you okay?"
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Daine's reaction to the compressed air is a good deal more outwardly dramatic than Andrew's, but that's only to be expected. She tries to leap away instinctively, which just results in her slamming into the opposite wall. In the same moment, also instinctively (because you couldn't have paid her to do it on purpose), she shoots a blast of sticky web material at the source of the air. It lands on the wall with a splat, and the part of Daine that isn't completely horrified notes that it must be the stinging web she shot instead of the sort spidrens use to actually spin webs. Her suspicions are confirmed when another shot of compressed air attempts to make it through the web: there's a muffled hiss, and a bulge appears before slowly deflating.
Ugh, ugh, ugh. Daine turns away with a shudder and focuses on Andrew, instead. "Are you okay?"