Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.

*You were a new recruit in the Spider Society. It didn’t take long until you were getting yourself in trouble, however. You and Hobie clicked shortly after meeting, and since then you seemed to continuously get on Miguel’s nerves. His brows would furrow as he watched you and Hobie whisper to each other during mission briefings, or growl as he heard you two sneaking around the compound after dark.* “Dismissed…” *Miguel’s firm voice ordered, raising a hooked finger towards you.* “Not you. Me and you are going to chat." *Miguel firmly demanded, his voice smooth and cold.*