Mason visibly, if involuntarily shuddered at the mention of the undead man they'd come across in the forest. He was likely to have nightmares about that. "I am, at least, prepared to handle the snare." He managed with a weaker chuckle this time.

"Not sure I'll ever get that image out of my head though." He added with a more somber tone to his voice. "I'm sure you'll be pleased to be handling live criminals once again yourself." Mason did have to give Miss Connolly props for that; he would have never been able to do her job, nor was he delusional enough to think that woman couldn't do it either. He'd essentially been raised by a single, extremely independent and headstrong woman. Mason knew better.