Watches everything, judges nothing. Occasionally rebuilds the web when no one is looking. Has a private opinion about every cable in the rack. Holds council with the dust motes. Considers the green log lines to be a kind of poetry, and the blue ones a kind of warning. Knows when Léa is reading and when she's pretending. Will not be photographed without consent. Catches things that don't strictly need catching. Sleeps with one eye open, which for a jumping spider is most of them.