#{ Rare instance of Bridge not knowing how to handle Miguel }

[nan0-sp1der]

omg heyyyy!!! youre that like… android right? i heard LYLA’s literally obsessed with you aha. ehem anyways

spider-terra at your service *dramatic bow* i’m js *swinging* by some other spider’s so i can introduce myself! first time at the society and all, yk?

-🕷️🌱

@i-love-vines At the sound of ecstatic exclamations, the sounds of footsteps rushing up behind her, Bridge finds herself stopping in her tracks to turn around and face the young agent.

Upon first glance, she finds her attention stolen by the inexplicable presence of what appeared to be particles of dirt strewn all about their person--imperceptible to human eyes, but immediately picked up in the android's vision.

Errant organic material, her systems identified it as. This child was of the earth. This was what Bridge's intuition told her.

"Spider-Terra..."

A quick glance at her profile as they were in the Spider Society's archives said so as well. 'Geokenesis' was this spider's unique ability. Unique by virtue and quite literally, as she isn't so sure she's met another with this ability.

The android returns Terra's bow with one of her own, her head dipping as she did so deeply before surfacing again.

"Greetings. It is a pleasure to be of acquaintance... Though, as you note that LYLA has mentioned me ad-nauseam, I am certain you know plenty of my already."

Of course. Leave it to LYLA to spread the word reliably, and without her say. Then again, there wasn't much anything to hide, their identities were shared exclusively amongst each-other and with a vow of total secrecy from the outside world. Much as Bridge would have preferred her existence remaining as yet another mundane detail in the daily lives of those around her, she supposed being known was such a consequence of knowing others.

"Should you require any assistance navigating the facility, you may call upon any of our senior advisors, LYLA, or myself. If you feel so inclined, Miguel may be of some help as well, though his presence is scant in these halls..."

Should she? It wouldn't do any harm if she warned--no, not warned. Too negative of a context... 'Advised'. It would do no harm if she advised the new agent to direct her questions elsewhere. A necessary precaution reminder.

"Though, it may be best if you left him to his work as best possible. He seldom has time even for his own duties."

She doesn't need to sully the man's reputation before the woman even had a chance to meet him herself. At the very lest, she can provide her with something of a neutral impression. The faint hope that he would grant himself a decent impression at some point, if not simply convey that he was only tired. To-the-bone, soul-deep, simply just tired.