"Still think its easier to just kill the damn thing and be done with it." Jacob remarked to no one in particular, as he racked the short barreled shotgun in his hands with a satisfying crack. Wildlife preservation wasn't exactly one of Jacob's main goals when it came to this job. The spider was a pest, sure it was a very large pest, that killed humans instead of bugs, but a pest nonetheless. Still, Gabe was right. Going [i]into[/i] the dark distillery with a literal man-eating spider the size of a small vehicle was not exactly the smartest of plans. 

The distillery was an old, barely functional looking thing. Far enough out of town not to attract attention, close enough that it still had the occasional visitor- probably why their quarry decided here was a good place to hunker down. All the same, once they were finished her, Jacob had half a mind to 'confiscate' some of the very expensive looking whiskey that was being brewed here- if the empty brand named barrels to the side of the building had anything to say about it. Gabe helpfully began listing things that they'd need in order to start luring it out, and finished by stating that Morgan might need to go eat some donuts. Had Morgan been any mundane woman, Jacob was sure she'd be somewhat offended, but Morgan was Morgan, and she operated in mysterious ways. Fishing the van's keys out of his pockets, he gave Gabe a whistle and tossed them to him. 

"I don't suppose we're all just gonna head out and leave this thing unattended?" Jacob mused aloud. Not that he was entirely confident that one, or even two of them would be enough to deal with the spider should it decide to take a late night stroll outside of the distillery, but it would be pretty embarrassing if they left and came back to find out that the spider had disappeared while they were grabbing coffee and donuts. 

Straightening his jacket, Jacob pinned the shotgun underneath his armpit and fished out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. He flipped open the package and grabbed a stick of unburned cancer out of the package with his mouth and replaced the carton for a lighter. Resetting the shotgun back into his hands, Jacob pulled the cigarette out of his mouth with his offhand and exhaled. 

"Can't do anything about making the air out here humid, but if you want it to get warm in there... Distilleries are filled with boilers aren't they?"