Melon was terrified of spiders, especially large ones, but the appearance of these people to save the day was enough to bring him joy that easily overwhelmed any other emotion, at least for the time being. He owed them his life, so it would be impolite to act frightened by their appearance even if that unsettling feeling began to fill him as the excitement of the ordeal began to wear off.

"Spiders aren't bad. These people are not bad," he told himself in his mind repeatedly. "Phobias are silly. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Ah, I'm Melon," he replied to one of their demands, standing with his back straight in good posture despite how tired he was from all his running making it difficult to even stand. If they looked with any attention at all they could probably see his body quivering, not just from the leftover adrenaline but also because of his sore muscles and fear. The name he gave wasn't his true name, but a codename he had used on earth because he loved to eat melons. He now blurted it out instinctively rather then his real name, but it might as well be his real name now. It was much easier for people to pronounce then his bizarre, alien (at least to them) name.

He stood still, not knowing what else to do besides wait for a reply.