[She raises an eyebrow a little at the false expression, but doesn't comment; she isn't putting much effort into the spiders - just reflecting back something from Medusa.]

This place is held up by someone else's power, and this week it is quite obvious that the one who owns this place, can make ... alterations at whim, even to the power of those within it... [A small circle in front of her stops being grate, and the flowers sprout in its wake.] Who knows? Perhaps one week, we'll wake up and be completely... normal.

[And on that cheerful note, she stands up, dissolving into a sudden shadowy mass of blackness, shifting legs and gleaming eyes; that starts to spread, then bursts into flames, decaying to ash far too quickly before it disappears, leaving behind more flowers.]