"Esme?!" She blurts.

"Really your name is Esme!...Jesus Christ!" The woman rudely exclaims holding back her laughter.

"I'd Rather be called Rose too with a name like that...Anyways Esme...last night you were tasked , with picking up one of the um..Cherub scouts, and you were reportedly attacked by rats.."

"Did you happen to see anything Wrong with the rats? Did any of them make contact with you?"