Tarantulas is all too happy to turn his notes over, gleefully scuttling over and snatching up Elias's notebook with a, "Just let me get dressed first!" before darting into his tent with the notebook in hand -- well, pedipalp. It's already starting to get too cold for his comfort and he's not waiting to see what it's like after sundown.

He emerges a few minutes later, bipedal, bundled up, and with the notebook glued to his face. "You have a wonderful eye for detail, Elias," Tarantulas compliments the other man as he sits down next to him. "Actually if you flip ahead a few pages --" He shows the other man the sketch he himself had made of a different specimen of the same species. "Yes!" Tarantulas crows. "You got the better shot of its head! It ran off before I could get around to its other side."