Her hands land in gooeyness, orange up to her elbows, but the edges around those eyes are barely thick enough to cling to. Hanging sideways off a spider with about fifteen seconds worth of grip left in her fingertips was not how she planned this.

"Why can't you be a good little legged beast and die!" And now is not the time to worry about her foot hurting. She ignores the slow burning sensation in one limb and tries to scramble back up. It's harder now that it's even on equal footing.

"Try one more leg?" At least then she would have the ground to push off of.