[The spider hangs at around the same level as the middle pair of Javik's eyes. She doesn't sway much in air currents, as if she weighs rather more than an animal this size should.]

Beauty lies in the perfection of function. Webs gather all that I could need. Do not touch!

[A long-legged cranefly has gotten caught in the strands. The little spider vanishes in an orb of white light and reappears near it. She starts chewing through its abdomen with appreciative noises.]

Ahhh, so tender in the center.