[He blinks. He's a Reaper. Nobody ever thinks it's good to meet someone like him. Nobody addresses him with this courtesy or cares about going through the proper forms in order. Nobody asks him his name.

Certainly, nobody has ever sounded so sincere about it.

He shunts away the weird feeling that elicits with a little half-snort and shrugs.]

It's okay. I'm Brook, and I think manners are stupid.

[That much is probably obvious without his saying so. Regardless, the introductions make some minute change in the air between them. It's a bit friendlier, perhaps. They're not quite strangers anymore.]

I can try to help, sure. It didn't go so well when I started with Scarlet... but I just won't do what I tried with her to you. [He tilts his head to peer up at him.] What exactly do you need help with?