"Well, that's quite a lot… thank you, Spider," Old Mr. Thorne said, breaking the heavy silence that followed the end of the presentation. He expressed his sincere gratitude with a dignified nod, his weathered face etched with the gravity of the intelligence they had just received.
The others quickly followed suit, murmuring their appreciation as they got to their feet. A collective rustle filled the room as people began stretching their cramped limbs after hours of sitting in the tense, low-lit environment.
Susan walked directly over to Spider's main desk, her eyes fixed on a thick, bound folder of compiled physical evidence. Without a word, she reached out and collected it from him, muttering a quiet, unusually soft, "Thank you."
Spider said nothing, except watch her…
