[Narvin's hearts are racing, but he consciously slows his panicked breath, trying to calm down. Now that the immediate fear is gone, logic takes over. No one in the crowd is screaming or running, so clearly it wasn't a real spider he saw, just one of those damnable holiday accouterments. He surveys the area, trying to spot the "spider" he saw to verify his conclusion, and murmurs curses under his breath in Gallifreyan, maligning spiders, holidays, and giant reptile aliens who get in the way.]
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