She hated that her first instinct was the panic at the rising anxiety in her chest. This was not how this was supposed to go. It wasn't supposed to happen at all. Sloane was supposed to successfully avoid him until she left again and never came back.

Sinking lower against Bertram, she purposefully ignored his most unhelpful suggestion; "I can eat him, if you like." Whispered like a plausible threat. Sloane, exasperated as she was, managed a weak chuckle mixed with a sigh. She'd rather be swallowed up by the ground. "No, thank you." She hissed back, closing the book in her hands with a snap as she stood.

Hopefully she could just make this quick and be done with it. "It's alright, I hope you're feeling better." She called, moving toward the back entrance the enclosure. Bertram didn't even look up, all of his eyes closed, but if spiders could smile, he definitely was. Ugh. "I've got mooncalves to feed." She added after a second, scooting out the back, locking up the enclosure and hurrying down the hallway that would hopefully let her escape. It crossed her mind to change her appearance, she had enough control back to keep it blonde, but it would be hard given that she was wearing a sun-worn blouse and traveling bloomers and they would stand out.