Jiao
Jiao jumped and dropped the broom as the head of it snapped off, spiders vanquished but her tool going along with them; she narrowly avoided the broom hitting her in the forehead and had to make a swerve to the side midair, nearly bumping into a beam. After all of that she had to take a moment to swear, the men downstairs likely hearing a string of curses in a soft voice upstairs.
When she'd had her moment she sighed and reached into her bag to pull out some fabric to use to gather the web and spider chunks in (a orange velvet she'd decided she hated already was used), hoping to then throw that bundle away. Hopefully, the fabric might also polish the floor, leaving it cleaner than it would have been anyway.
She hoped.
I've never really cared for your social flow
Holy Mother Star
