"........hmmm." Jake muttered.

"Oh, it was in the linen closet upstairs." he said.

"Up the stairs, take a right, and it's the thin door right after the bathroom." he told her.

"So yeah, that was the last place I saw one." he continued, before pausing.

"....was the first place, too, come to think of it." he then added.

Jake raised an eyebrow when he saw she had found her way up into the attic.

"...huh." he mumbled.

"Uh, hello up there?" he called into the attic.

"You all right?" he asked.

"What's going on up in there?"

"...I figured THAT." Jake muttered.

"Though I suppose it makes sense that they'd be up there." he admitted quietly.

He then looked around, before climbing up a bit, and peering into the attic.

And the first thing he saw was Anya's ass.

'....nice.' was the first thing that came to his mind.

Jake flinched for a moment when she said what she did at the end.

"Ah..." he stammered.

"Well... yeah. To be frank, yeah." he said.

"Also, three of them?" he asked.

"Damn. That could have been a disaster." he commented.

"Thanks for finding them and letting me know about it."

"I'll let you do your thing." Jake responded.

"I'll wait for you in the den." he said further.

"See you in a bit." he finished.

He then descended down, and made his way to the den area, sitting down in one of the couches.

"Interesting." he muttered to himself.

"Something tells me I've stumbled upon someone very special."

Jake looked at the petri dish and saw the spiders within it, and then nodded.

"Huh, I see." he said.

"Well, thanks again." he told her.

"How'd you capture them?" he asked.

"And what do you plan to do with them now?" he asked further, eyeing the arachnids closely.

"What's their fate?"

"Take care of them?" Jake asked.

"That's very humane of you." he said.

"But you do whatever you need to." he said further.

"Anyway... now that we're in a more private setting..." he went on, trailing off a bit and looking right at her.

"I suppose we should be a little more open and honest with each other." he reasoned.

"...I'm not human." he outright said.

"I'm a Ramaarin." he revealed.

Jake just sighed.

"I know the feeling... somewhat." he said.

"My race is supposed to be a myth." he went on.

"Hence my name on the chat systems." he continued.

"As such... it can get pretty lonely." he admitted with a small sigh.

"Hence why I go to the systems in the first place."

Again, Jake sighed.

"Depends on the circumstances." he said.

"Generally speaking, those that catch me, or find out on their own... react as expected." he told her. "I've never had a permanent home because of it." he lamented.

"However, I can think of a number of people that didn't care I was a Ramaarin." he told her.

"...that being said, a large number out of them are people I never want to see again..." he then mumbled, pain in his voice.

"I was accepted as a Ramaarin, but they saw me as little more than an experimental resource."

"Hm." Jake muttered.

"That may be." he said.

"But what are you?" he asked.

"Which is to say, I am a Ramaarin, but, in other terms, I am a lizard-folk. A reptilian." he then clarified.

"What about you?" he asked her.

"How would you describe yourself?"