Kaine recoils at the sudden feeling of stone against his back, a stinger popping out from beneath his wrist in reflex, receding back when he realizes that it was just the red guy's freaky arm. He forces his breathing to become steady again.

"No. Not exactly. I can... talk to spiders." This guy's older. Hopefully he's not going to assume he's some sort of Disney princess like Aracely did. Hopefully. "One of them just got crushed by some sort of anorexic flying rat."