[ When he makes the noise this time, it doesn't have the same weight of threat Kate had imagined it to have the first time around. Now that she pays closer attention, she can sense something almost pitiful in the gargle of a cry, something like a wounded animal unsure of his next action.

Sighing, she begins to reach out instinctively, hand raised as if ready to pet him, as she normally would, patting her friend's shoulder in a comforting gesture. But she's quick to remember his current state, and the texture of coarse hairs she's not exactly mentally prepared to make physical contact with.

Maaaaybe not a good idea.

Instead, she crosses her arms, sighing as she tilts her head, giving him a continued look over, despite the lack of answers in a mere visual. ]

To be honest, this isn't really my territory — physical transformations and all of that. Billy would have better luck. I'd even take my chances with Loki on this. [ But her best friend nor the childish god of mischief weren't here. It was just her and her new pet spider. ] But are you really all in there? Like, your consciousness? You know it's me?

[ Tapping her chin, she hums, pursing her lips in brief thought, before she gives a light punch into her palm. ] Oh! Got it! Why don't you scribble on the dirt with your pointy legs? Maybe write something? A word I'd recognize?