"You comin' to the barbecue?" asks the Neighbour, not put off by Kaworu's lack of weather response. At least, he's sure still smiling.

"I don't know what he wants," Jowan whispers, almost silent. He is a terrified and panicking giant spider man with like three kinds of natural weapon. "He won't stop looking..." He's gripping his front legs that he has drawn up by his human waist so hard that he's gone white-knuckled.