Sloane waggled her fingers at Hank like one would while entertaining a toddler. She chuckled as he peered at her, head cocked to the side. "Sorry friend, I don't have anything for you." Gently she squeezed Lester's arm, pleased to see him just as excited as she felt.

"Food is a powerful motivator." She shrugged. "I wasn't allowed to handle the more dangerous creatures, but I did feed almost all of them." From a distance, with her wand typically, but still the creatures were not stupid and they didn't often bite the hand that fed them. She still had at least another year and a half until she would be able to move on from the internship of her career, and then she would likely take on an apprenticeship somehow, but she hoped to travel. She loved hearing all of the stories from the Millers and their friends that came in and out. Even Mr. MacKay would tell her stories from his own adventures.

Watching Hank in his enclosure for a second, Sloane turned to watch the people around them, huddled together to feel safer, eyes alight and cheeks flushed from the thrill of seeing the spooky creatures. It was hard not to feel that little swell of pride in her chest at having a hand in it. "There were so many different creatures brought in, I almost filled up my field journal." She explained as she tugged him toward the next enclosure.

"Bertram is quite friendly, I was allowed to work with him." The acromantula was creeping along his enclosure, no doubt looking for a place to nap. "Raised by humans from a baby, he's so soft." Spiders hadn't ever been her favorite exactly, but for some reason the giant ones didn't bother her. Almost everything was less scary after petting them and with a cutesy name to go along with.