[yeah he's pretty creeped out right now and boy howdy that hand isn't going anywhere huh. he's just gonna. stay like this because it's not like he has a choice, anyways. he coughs, his whiskers twitching in discomfort.]

You treat every detective you meet like this? [Despite the joke, there's definitely a note of discomfort in his voice. Congratulations!]

Uh, monsters. Yeah. Some asshole people call the Fog God brought us here, yadda yadda, everyone who comes here eventually turns into a monster of some sort. You could probably learn a lot more by reading those weird pamphlets people give out whenever new people appear on the peninsula.