[ Aranea'd been doing pretty much the same testing pattern on the fence, until she spotted something else out there. Something person-shaped, but fully enclosed in armor, and moving in a pattern -- something that makes her brain itch and tell her that right there is the problem, that's the reason someone screamed.
So she follows along, quiet as she can in her far less practical armor, because taking the thing down (what thing? Empty, says her subconscious, but that's stupid so she stops listening) is going to be a real bitch without her lance, but then... ]
Milk?
[ Cover blown. She still doesn't know exactly what she thought this thing was, but she's pretty sure they don't need milk. Or think squirrels are cute. ]
b?
So she follows along, quiet as she can in her far less practical armor, because taking the thing down (what thing? Empty, says her subconscious, but that's stupid so she stops listening) is going to be a real bitch without her lance, but then... ]
Milk?
[ Cover blown. She still doesn't know exactly what she thought this thing was, but she's pretty sure they don't need milk. Or think squirrels are cute. ]