“What does she do?” Color her curious, because of all the different types of people in Bulma’s version of Earth, she’s never met a spider person. Or a sentient spider? She’s not quite sure how to term it. Either way, she hefts a patch over her latest spot, beginning to make her way out of the little area she’s squeezed in to in order to put away her tools.

“Okay. I think I’m done in this area. Did you have anyone else to check up on or where you wanted to go? Or are you staying with me for the moment?”