She enjoyed weaving, but needed to be left alone with her work.
It was only a small company and her part was just a small activity compared with all the heavy engineering that went on next door. She really didn’t do well in there, with all the noise and distraction. She could concentrate on what she was doing far better in a quiet part of the building. Although this area was pretty drab, she had set herself up in a nice quiet corner. She’d never been one to draw attention to herself, anyway. She was happy to be out of the way and on her own. She hadn’t heard any complaints when she moved.
When she had finished her latest piece of work, she scuttled off out of sight, to give all eight legs a rest, and to wait.