"Connie. Connie Maheswaran. I would shake your hand, but, um, you know," she gestures to her gruesome work. She'd purchased her journal and writing implements specifically to be impervious to blood and gore for this purpose, as evidenced by their pristine condition as she records her findings within the book's pages. "How about this: I'm almost done here. I'll escort you and make sure you don't get murderized by a bunch of random monsters. Does that sound good to you?"