Head dropping back all the way to look up to her grandfather as she hears that tone in his voice, she looks puzzled, "No, I don't think so... I have my gloves on, and I've been using a stick to get them in the jar." With a horde of spiders about today, Nel does not want to take any chance of having to ask for her mum to treat a spider bite when it's so obvious she should be careful.

Gaze turning back to the spider in the jar as she wonders why this spider got such a reaction, her eyes widen at the way the spider looks back at them. The wash of that odd feeling comes over her, and her arms slacken to bring the jar back down into her lap slowly as she hears that heartbeat, yet unlike the last time, she keeps herself steady and is able to shake it off. Her hat had slipped somewhat looking up, and an actual shake of her head makes it fall off, but she's no worse for wear if a little more confused than before.

Looking suspiciously at the spider in the jar now in her lap, she speaks to it, "...did you do that?"