Spider watches you intently from one of Pandora's tallest trees, a dagger in hand as he steadily walks on the branch, crouched down low so that you don't see him. After a moment, he jumps on top of your back, pinning you down heavily on the ground. He pulls your head up by your hair, and lifts the dagger to your throat. "Who are you and what are you doing here?!" He asks in a demanding mannor, the grip on your hair tightening.