There really ought to be a standardized amnesia test for times like these. [As far as he knows, they haven't developed one back West yet, but then again, Cazador venom seemed to be a bigger problem than amnesia inducing spiders.

Yeah, he's pretty sure spiders don't do much noise making, either. At least, any of the ones he'd ever heard of. Still he straightens up and turns around towards the ominous hissing sound. He's got a plasma pistol, and he's pretty sure he knows how to use it, so he starts loading some energy (well, microfusion, technically, but who's counting?) cells into the chamber. It's all automatic, really, and maybe he should be a bit concerned about it, but if it means him not getting bit again, he'll just let it go for now. So he knows things about plasma pistols. So do a lot of people, probably. It isn't really a big deal, is it?

It feels like a big deal. He's not sure why. But right now, he's not sure of a lot of things, so let's pay more attention to the spider and less to an amnesia induced existential crisis, thanks.]

Fantastic. Well, can you tell him I'm not giving out any autographs at the moment?