[Perona actually chuckles at that, and pushes one pigtail over her shoulder.]

I've assumed as much. You'd have to have some sense to escape from that perverted beastman like you did. Horohoro...but if your crew is really as different as you're making them out to be, I can keep them in line if you like.

[And, as if on cue, one of Perona's hollows peers into the journal camera, smiling. Hallo thar.]