"Guardian! My friend, my partner in perfectly legal enterprise! Enriched with the fruits of your labor!"

Spider roars cheerfully at you from his throne. His agents scurry past on errands of their own.

"A job well done as usual. That's what I like to see in a partner. Steadiness. Trustworthiness, even. And a willingness to share the profits."

"That little AI up there… She's lonely, don't you think? Best keep an eye on her. We haven't turned up that key yet, but it's got to exist. One access code implies another, doesn't it?"

Spider puffs out depleted Ether, satisfied with himself. He adds, "All perfectly aboveboard, of course. It would be a kindness, even—I'm sure she could use the distraction."

Despite his generous words, there's a look in his eyes that speaks loudly of greed.

Mysteries linger within Vesper Station, and in Spider's intentions.