"Are you kidding me, none of us can see a thing. What kind of a genius decided to build this god damn death trap?" She laughs slightly as Alesya mentions spiders, shaking her head from side to side and running her slender fingers along the cold mossy walls, her digits traveling over every bump and groove the dark passageway continues to unveil to her. every step is carefully calculated, though saying such a thing doesn't really mean that much when you're walking straight into the mouth of hell with barely any light to guide your steps.<br/><br/>"Spiders? Seriously? Ughh...if there IS something down here, we're all fucked..."