"No," Skulduggery agreed, "but 'Pleasant' is. Of course, I'm not very pleasant either, not by some accounts." His head tilted. "Ignoring what my name means for the moment, I help people. It's what I do. I'm quite good at it." On a normal day, Skulduggery might have gone further into detail and mentioned that he was a detective. The Skeleton Detective. But it might not mean anything in this reality - which was a depressing enough thought by itself - and it might lead to questions that really would be wasting his time. Besides, explaining that you were a skeleton was difficult enough when you actually were a skeleton.

"What did you start that you want to finish?" he asked instead. She might have been trying to escape somehow, and Skulduggery assumed escaping wasn't straightforward either. That was usually the case with prisons.