"Oh, not the spiders, the Nox helped us. But the spiders helped us with the ink." Sunny looks over the receipt to make sure everything's in order. "I have a family of spiders at home. I suppose you could say I'm sort of a collector, since I sign up to have a new one issued every time quarterly inventory comes around. I can't bear the thought of them sitting all lonely in a box somewhere. Go on, take her. She likes you."

Sunny pauses a moment and furrows her face as she tries to think of what that idiom translates to. Sometimes her translator goofs up when trying to pick up phrases from other worlds, but it seems like Atom got the gist of her sentiment. "The Daligig use everyone in their war. They don't believe anyone else is a developed enough race to even have a concept of consent. Most of us would help them to fight the Ohm if the Daligig were honest about their intentions, but instead they manipulate us into dying for them."