Tomato-tomahto. She still thinks it's a pet spider but isn't going to argue over something as inane as proper terminology. Rather, she's too busy watching the spider climb onto the stranger's shoulder and continue to talk to her much like a certain raven used to a certain troublemaker back in her own world.

"So what I gather is I can destroy you as many times as I desire." Not that she would. She has no personal vendetta against the creature. "Either way, there are worse things you could have imagined. This is almost...cute."

As cute as a metal spider could be anyway. She's seen enough monstrosities back home to know what the imagination can produce if unchecked.

"What other tricks can it do?"