"Oh!" His primary eyes widen; Tarantulas even takes a small step back so he can have a better view, Bronwyn's wrist still held limply in his hand. For a moment his whirling mind is still, thoughts clear of everything except pure, aesthetic inspiration for the newcomer's form. But then, of course, he remembers that there's a conversation going on, and pride seeps back in.

"My name is Tarantulas," he introduces himself, before such niceties can slip his mind. "And I confess myself something of a chimera -- even moreso now, since I modified myself to integrate in our present society. But for my first spider-body I took inspiration primarily from Brachypelma hamorii, the so-called 'Mexican redknee,' and Avicularia purpurea. My spinnerets shared traits with both the orb-weaver family and cellar spiders; I simply couldn't make up my mind which I preferred, hyeh hyeh. However the silk itself was an artificial polymer -- as my body at the time massed over two thousand kilograms by default, I found it necessary to make a sacrifice of veracity on the alter of utility."

Come to think of it, what is his silk made of now, chemically speaking? He should look into that at some point.

"But what about you?" he asks eagerly. "You mentioned a colony; are there many more beings like you? Are you an evolved species, or did someone design you?"