Starting the work was easy enough because she already knew what to do there. The next stage was more problematic. She tried to spin many single threads and braid them, but as expected, the resulting rope was far too thin. It looked like she had to spin a good hundred strands at once to get something decent, and they all had to be braided automatically somehow, because there was no way she'd spin a hundred threads only to braid them all by hand. So, she set to design some sort of rotating mechanism that would hold each thread and braid it immediately after it was spun.
Spiral prongs with rotating vices, spiral prongs with static vices, flat prongs with only half-way rotating vices, half-way rotating prongs with spiral vices, prongs with swivels in the middle, double-jointed prongs with multiple vices, double-jointed vices on swiveling prongs... As she changed her machine's form and test-spun each setup with a concentrated look on her face, it certainly looked like she was acting with thought and purpose. But she wasn't. She was just making random shapes and trying them for efficiency - not unlike the way she did most of her "engineering", since real engineering wasn't something she had talent for. In her experience, however, talent could be substituted with patience. The problem was that, well, she didn't have that either, so this had better yield results soon.
Unfortunately, it didn't. After about twenty chimes of gnarling her arms into increasingly bizarre shapes, she gave up. The task of working multiple dozen of threads at once was too complex. It looked like she'd have to do it the simple way, even if the outcome would be odd. Make three very thick fibers and braid them like one would braid hair to get a decent-sized rope. Considering that silk threads of such girth weren't a natural occurrence, it would raise questions for the keen observer, but she hoped that the villagers didn't care. After all, they seemed to be the utilitarian sort. As long as it worked, they wouldn't ask where it came from. Hopefully.
Realizing that someone's been talking to her, she lifted her head and saw a familiar face. It was unusual of him to put himself on offer like that, but now was a good time. She did need some help, but probably wouldn't have thought of asking him unless he offered. He's only been around for a few weeks, so having him at her disposal wasn't something she's gotten used to yet. That had to change.
"Bring food. A lot of it. And a variety."
She already knew that extensive silk production would make her hungry, but she's never done something of this scale. The massive tissue consumption would need some equally massive replacement.
"And my hands are busy, so feed me."
While she was sure that brute-forcing it wasn't the most elegant way to do this, it was an excuse to pig out like a maniac. If there was anything she unambiguously enjoyed in this village, it had to be the food, but the suffocating heat generally killed her appetite. This was a rare and unusual opportunity to create some fake appetite. A whole lot of fake appetite. At least it would all be turning into useful materials, so it wasn't a waste. It was work. A combination of business and pleasure! The only way to do business at all, as far as she was concerned.