"That particular spider is very poisonous," Sam warns. "You should be more c--"

He pauses when the mini-echo hits him, and while he isn't as dizzy as usual, he does sit himself down rather than risk falling on his ass. "Okay. Well. No vision that time."

However, should Nel glance over at him, she'll see that his skin is no longer the well-tanned peachy color it usually is. It's gray. A kind of ashy, muted gray, in fact.