The web fluid was handy stuff. Sealing the hole around the transport stopped it from wobbling too much, but without some sort of brace across the back it would continue to threaten to fall. The broken edges of windows and wall aren't the best anchors, after all. The action has, however, bought her a few precious minutes to work in. At least it stopped rocking and sliding, and the office workers inside were free to grab first aid kits. They greeted her inside, stepping over rubble.

One of then, a woman with fleshy tendrils for hair and a thick, twisted mass of them on her chin unfolded a stretcher while the insectoid stood back with a look what probably passes for quiet awe on its features. "We'll take care of him, Spider-Woman! You get those kids."

The children, of course, only started making a louder ruckus once they spot Spider-Woman. The teacher tried to keep them calm and towards the safer end of the car, but he's only one person surrounded by screaming, excited children. He couldn't be heard over their excited screams and banging on the windows.