"Sure, but it's all borin' as hell." And he'll probably just cram his journal on a shelf in the library since he doesn't know what to do with the deeds he jotted down.

"I ran my fin so hard for the past few days I'm lucky I ain't had a stroke. Dark as hell down there. Sometimes it was the only way I could lead people unless I had lamps. It was the only way I could see cave-ins up ahead an' not make us backtrack all the time... There, that's it. I basically told ya about the catacombs."

He pats her back. "Go. Git. Get cleaned up."