Oh, fuck Spider, Sasha's going to bind her up in her own little webs and let her choke on them. [Sasha's 1337 h4x0r name is usually Salad, should this become relevant.]

Sasha plays with the watcher code from her memory stick, trying to work out how it authenticates and reports back. She's also poking around the security in Flute's fleet: whenever you lock a grid down, there's somebody who decides it's too much of a hassle and starts looking for shortcuts, and she would like to identify that person.