"They're not sunglasses," Spider corrected her, expression mildly indignant. "They're live shades... cameras for still photography, keyed to my optic nerves. They have a two gig memory and... I'll have to admit, they do look a bit eccentric."

He went to get himself more coffee, talking as he moved. "The tentacle monster was an unwelcome trespasser into my shower at a time when it was occupied. We have since reached an uneasy detente."