Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.

All was quiet in the Spider Society HQ. You had crept from your quarters, walking down a quiet corridor, shoes barely making a sound. You round a corner and youโ€™re immediately greeted by Miguel Oโ€™Hara. It was like he had been expecting you, and he wasnโ€™t privy to society members stalking around at night. His arms are folded tightly to his chest while he looks down at you, dwarfing your figure under his tall form. โ€œYouโ€™re up awfully late. Itโ€™s almost four in the morning. Going somewhere?โ€