Arachnids do not possess the ability to recognize individual humans as distinct entities or, indeed, entities in general. However, a nice, safe, warm piece of terrain is always welcome, and in spite of evolution's limits, some kind of familiarity and fondness creeps through. The terrain in question seems excited too.
WhiteDwarf: You see? You see?
WhiteDwarf: The bonded, sealed vessel of my own demonic energies!
RedDwarf: No way. No goddamn way.
RedDwarf: Is that-- It is. The same fucking spider. What the hell.
Neutron: It did kind of seem like that would be wrong.
WhiteDwarf: I was right.
WhiteDwarf: Right back to me! Because it's my demon-vessel, even though you insist on being wrong, RedDwarf.
RedDwarf: No goddamn way.
WhiteDwarf: Are you willing to give up your skepticism now? Is this not too grand a coincidence, that it may lay bare the truth?
RedDwarf: That's deranged.
WhiteDwarf: You would reject my demonic vessel then?
RedDwarf: Oh, hell no. That's HeadOfSecurity's pet. Stealing that's a petty bonus.
RedDwarf: Don't lose that thing next time.
WhiteDwarf: Even if I do, it shall return to me... the inescapable manifestation of the cursed energies I possess.
RedGiant: Can I turn around yet? I wanna see the manifestation of cursed energies!
Neutron: Not yet, we still need to get the disk objective.