As the party decides where next to go, Eva carefully picks a spider off of one of the faces of Pelor that are engraved on both her epaulettes, and dutifully sets the spider on the ground - being careful not to crush it.
For the moment, she seems to be quietly enjoying her new environment, having never seen such a cave before. Though highly trained in the skills of soldiering and perhaps blessed (or possessed) by some divine will, Eva is still just beyond childhood and full of childlike tempestuousness.
Though one might wonder if she has heeded her companions' requests for caution, Eva anxiously taps her mailed fingers on the spear that rests on her shoulder... as if ready to explode into action in the next moment.