Maya did not understand why they withdrew from her, when she was finally accepting her fate. She gave an innocent look to the big bug, although the thing most likely could not read human emotion. She felt that odd tingling in her hips and navel again, and she writhed against the webbing, eager for more. She felt drunk, and high, all that and even more. "Mmm, I need someone," she groaned. "It's so... hot up here." The cute little things now seemed absolutely adorable; the calculative Maya in the back of her head screamed that something was wrong, and fought for reins of control. She was a clutter of conflicting emotions as she wriggled to break free from the web; aha! The fluid steely stuff had indeed grown weaker, and she managed to wrench her hand out of the cocoon, and her limp arm draped awkwardly from her prison. "Alright, a start..." She said, licking her lips.