Obligingly, she pulls him up onto the bike behind her, barely needing to pause before zipping off again. She's listening to the spiders as much as she is to him now, though, and it doesn't escape her that they sound distressed, more than aggressive. "Calm down!" she snaps at her passenger, glancing back. She does a double-take at the bottle but chooses not to question it. Instead, she adds: "And hold on. If you fall off, I'm not coming back for you."

That's an empty threat, really. She's starting to think the spiders are...children? Is it them calling for their mother?

She glances up and notes the few ballooning over their heads, and laughs out loud. She could probably outrun them in the open, or so she thinks, but that would involve driving off into the Wilds with a strange man clinging to her back, and potentially upset spiderlings in hot pursuit.

Nah.

She makes a sharp turn and heads for the Viper's Pit. "When I stop, hop off and try to get inside. We're not going to outfly them on a motorbike."