Shhh, sh-sh-shhh. [Party soothes, one hand wrapped securely around Jesse's bicep, the other slipping quickly into his pocket to pull out a light. Five seconds is plenty of time for Party to get his safe-kept cigarette smoking. For the sake of speed he drops the light on the ground and leans over Jesse as he takes a deep breath of smoke.

[Lips purse as he pulls the cigarette away, and Party gets his face a dangerous few inches from the eight-legged hell in question and blows a thick lungful of smoke over it.

[The spider shrinks back, retracts--starts to wither. Party grins, sitting back easily on Jesse's stomach.] I gotcha, firecracker. No worries. [He lets go of Jesse's arm to just brush the spider away.]