The Qadiran sighs as she's paired with Aretta, but doesn't complain as they venture into the bilges.
"Deserving's got nothing to do with it, Aretta. I'm not here by choice, and I doubt you are either. We're all on this crew whether we like it or not, so the least we can do is get to the point where we're not itching to knife each other after dark! Besides, my "friends" are only friends by virtue of arriving at the same time. I don't know them and they don't know me. Nor for that matter, do you."
When the spiders emerge, she whips out the dagger and attempts to skewer one of them.
"Sh*t!" she curses as she misses and the dagger sticks in the ship's wood.
SpoilerStrength: (1d20+1)[13]
Constitution: (1d20)[18]
Attack Roll: (1d20+3)[6]
Damage (if it hits): (1d4+1)[5]
Perception: (1d20+6)[22]