[the forge starts with a shriek of fearful surprise, and only ezio won't be surprised shirley can raise her voice, as the picture is dizzying shifts. audibly, the forge hits the floor, and the picture settles. from a skewed angle, one can see shirley.
she is standing in the clinic. on a chair. her hands are fisted a little tightly, holding the fabric of her dress (white today, like that cloak so many know her for), which keeps the dress hiked up. because hell no is that thing getting on her dress.
said thing is still, and then, it's crawling forward. yeah, that's right: eleven thousand years old, total badass, head bitch in charge - is freaked out by spiders. tbf, though, it's a
wolf spider.
oh, did you hear that little jingle?]