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At first, she had been taken aback from the suddenness of the inhabitant appearing before her, but before she could actualyl let a gasp of surprise, her reaction time often a bit slow, Avarella honestly had to laugh at the younger girl's first statement. Nixon? That was the thirty.. fifth president, right? It rather loud, much more so than her soft spoken voice earlier. Ridley, huh? By gosh, Avarella certainly enjoyed the girl's sense of humor. She decided to answer her questions backwards as best that she could, taking in slight awe at the spider-mutated female in front of her. At the very least, I know that a portion of the mutants here are friendly. While she should have been slightly freaked out by the fact that the girl in front of her possessed very arachnid like qualities, her human-like humor made her immediately throw that earlier thought process out of the window.

Running her fingers through her hair again out of habit, tousling out the dirt from earlier, she casually grinned, a bit more comfortable in a more normal way of speaking that she used to. Not any soft-spoken manner bullshittery, the slight accent echoing at the edges. "I'm glad you asked. No, I haven't. But I did help treat a good friend of mine, an Amanda who had three arms, with a sprained ankle.. and that one time of the sprained.. wrists. The irony of the situation." She took a pause, thinking thoughtfully on the subject. "Not quite the same as surgery, but I don't think that surgery would be allowed in my license anyhow." Avarella frowned a bit to ponder a bit more on the subject, enjoying to continue conversation. "You don't think that I may have to perform surgery at any time here soon? I've been a nursemaid, but still not the same concept." Avarella shut that train of thought (and her mouth) off before she could ramble any further on non-related things.

She tilted her head slightly, glancing at the cage's general layout inside as best that she could from where she was standing. There's webbing. Wow. She glanced back to Ridley, the same smile on her face. "Well, Ridley - I can just call you that, right? 'Black Widow' is cool and all, but your name sounds better to my ears, since it's the given name, right? - The pleasure's all mine." She took in Ridley's general appearance, looking at the fangs more than anything, but looked back to the girl's eyes directly, as so not to be too rude. "But before I get too far, I just wanted to throw in that Nixon's not quite from the president that you're thinking of. More of a.. childhood hero of mine back from where I was from." She shrugged. "But hey. I don't know my presidents very well, so I wouldn't let it bother me too much."

Avarella walked a bit closer, but kept some personal space between the two, the friendly smile that she was used to having on her wide, as she kept a hand on one hip whilst standing straight. This one was easily likable as well, despite the brief questions and mere first impression. "Does that answer all of your questions?"