She wrinkles her nose--at least that will cook the spider and she can save some of it. Still it's a slow kill and she prefers quick if she can help it. She taps her wrench against her leg, sighing.

"Well I suppose it's not like it doesn't deserve a slow death and we don't have many options. Alright, let's try that. It should work. If we had extra clothes, we could light that and throw it on top of it."