[Muffet is avoiding the snowball fight as she goes about her errands with the ease of one who has grown up in a culture where 'flinging magical bullet patterns at people' is considered a valid and commonplace form of communicating, when she happens to catch a glimpse of Gabe's increasingly blue lips. She pauses for a couple moments and does a quick mental review of the colors humans usually come in, confirms that isn't one she's seen before, and promptly turns around and heads directly for him.]

[Spider lady incoming, Gabe. Think fast.]

Hello, pardon me? I don't believe we've been introduced, but you look as though you could use something warmer to wear.