They shy away from the hand at first, retreating to the shadows but their shiny bodies are still visible.

When he speaks a couple scoot back out, slow and keeping at a distance. It is some time before an exploratory leg taps on his fingers. They're curious and if Mantis cared to look, on par with a human toddler as far as mental ability though better spoken than a human at that age.

Another moment and one climbs into his hand, eyes turned up to try and figure out what this person is and if it is friendly. It's one of the others in the web, hiding in the darkness that starts a chorus among the babies. "We don't have any water."