Tommy knows she's almost there but that still doesn't stop him from jumping a little when she busts into the joint. He can tell her entrance is particularly showy just by how much noise she makes. Aren't spiders supposed to be quiet? But he's glad she's here. All this had been a little much to take in on his own.

"Sí," he responds, burying one of his hands in his face a little because he knows this isn't going to go smoothly. What is his life.