Jake just shook his head.

"They don't bother me, so why should I have a problem with them?" he asked rhetorically.

"Besides, they're very important to the ecosystem." he went on.

"I think they're just misunderstood is all." he said further with a sigh.

"That being said, I respect them enough to know which ones are dangerous, and the ones to stay away from." he then continued, looking right at her.

"Some of them are right dangerous."

".............hmmmmm." Jake mumbled, thinking about it for a moment.

"That... is a very good question." he said.

"I... well... hm." he muttered further, seemingly in pretty deep thought about this.

"Probably somewhere in the 20's? 30's?" he finally answered.

"I see no more than 6 or 7 of them out at a time, all around." he went on. "So it's probably a safe bet that there's about 5 times as many hidden in my walls." he chuckled.

"They're fast little buggers, and good at hiding."

"I don't mind." Jake responded.

"Seriously. Spiders are not something that weirds me out or anything." he assured her.

"As for any that are alarming, you're free to look if you want." he then told her.

"I mean, most of the ones I've seen are common house spiders, but there's been one that's looked different from the others." he went on.

"Noticed it a few weeks ago." he said further. "It's got a black body, except for a bluish stripe on the abdomen." he described it to her.

"Huh... I see." Jake replied.

"Sounds like a rare one to get here." he went on, taking a drink of the coffee he'd had when she arrived.

"But sure, thanks." he told her.

"How big of a worry are we talking about here?" he then asked.

"As in, how many would there be?" he asked further. "What's their reproduction cycle like?"

"....hmm, that would be... problematic." Jake responded.

"But fair enough." he said.

"Thanks for your input." he told her, as their food arrived.

"Ah, fast, as usual." Jake commented with a smile.

"After we eat, we can head back to my place." he then told Anya.

"And you can do whatever you feel needs to be done."

"A fair question." Jake admitted.

"I guess it's because I never really had much security in my life." he told her.

"I didn't know what it was to belong, and whenever I did find something good in my life, it never lasted long." he continued.

"The place where I work now is a haven for those like me, so I want to protect it, I suppose." he continued.

"What better way to do that... then security?"

"I can agree to that." Jake responded.

"I mean, one is free to do whatever they like with their life, but some things are just... well... meant to be a perfect fit, I suppose." he said.

"It also helps that my natural talents help with my being a security guard as well, I suppose." he then added.

"Regardless, it's nice to actually just chat with someone, you know?" he finished with a small smile.

"I agree." Jake said in response to her comment about it being nice to sit and chat with an intelligent person, as well as the rarity of said situation.

"And other questions? Hmmm." he mumbled.

"Why Russia?" he asked.

"Why do you live in Russia?" he asked her.

"I realize the answer is probably something as simple as you were born there and such, but your accent is... very light, for someone to have lived there for long." he then commented.

"And I apologize if I offend you with any of that." he then added.

Jake acquired a concerned look.

"You need to get out of there now?" he asked.

"That doesn't sound good." he said.

"Are you in trouble?" he then asked her.

"There any way I can help?"

"I see." Jake responded.

"Well, still... that's a shame to hear." he said.

"Maybe where I work could help you." he went on.

"We can discuss it later, at my place." he continued.

"Oh, incidentally, enjoying the food?" he then asked her, changing the subject to something more lighthearted.