When the loud human bumps her table, Airachnid reflexively grabs the laptop in front of her to keep it from falling anywhere. She gives the man a look of open contempt and irritation – she's tired of constantly maintaining her friendly Earth human act, and this one doesn't appear that useful or important. Too bad she can't hurt him.

"Don't be so careless," she hisses, "and, for that matter, lower your voice. Some of us are doing work."

If one were to look at her laptop screen, one would see a page filled with information about the office of the United States President, partially floating over a page detailing the many uses of eggs. What can she say; she gets curious.