[Hey, this was a perfectly legitimate time to cuss. These spiders were about to dine on them, or rather, devour Sorey and use Rory as a toothpick. He was looking better than the last time they met, but the man was still a rail.]

You're doing this now?!

[They could exchange names later, if they survived, which looked increasingly less likely by the second. One of the spiders shot webbing at Rory's foot, anchoring him to the ground. If his language was bad before, it was terrible now. He swore up a storm as he tried to pull his foot free. His hand went to his belt as he seriously considered removing his shoes and trousers if he could not break free.]