"Okay, now I don't have to deal with death glares from Itachi!!" Amber readied for the mission, curious as hell what it was. "Annabell, here sweetie." A black widow sat on her cloak, "We're going out." She put the other eleven spiders away, and gave them all their food for the amount of time she thought she'd be away. 'They'll make do, they can open the cages now.' Amber put her cloak on her shoulders and the spider sat on her head as she went down to wait for the others.

Amber sat in midair and waited, while talking to her spider.