[ as hawke picks up on cinder's metaphor, a slow smile spreads out across her face. she can't help but think if this woman wants to not appear threatening, she's doing a very poor job at it, really. so, she crosses her arms over her chest and gives a hum of thought, as if she's considering cinder's words. her eyes fall to the monster, fingers tapping against her bicep. ]

I do. Yet I haven't met a spider yet who I can't, [ she claps her hands together then, sudden and quick ] squish. Spiders are disgusting but in the end, between the two of us -- we both know who's the predator and who's the prey.

[ she shrugs and returns her hands across her chest, the message clear. if cinder wants to attack her, hawke won't hesitate. she's not ronan, no. she's not ruby either. she's older, and wiser, and far more dangerous for all her glibness. the easiest way to deal with hawke is to just let her do what she'd like, really. ]