[The request earns him a raised brow, a look that quite emphatically says absolutely fucking not. Sure, a second opinion would be useful in the name of science, but science has never really been her thing anyway.]

Nah. Nope. That's not me. If you say it's alive I'll take your fucking word for it. You could not pay me to deliberately touch that thing.

[Unless...if laying hands on it were the only way to make it reveal something to them, to give them any indication of what the thing is for, if it could help them---

--for now she cuts that thought off at the bud. Chances of some evil fucking alter being something that can actually help them? Decidedly slim. That doesn't mean they shouldn't continue with their investigation though.]

I vote for bones. Apparently you can take a girl out of the tomb but you can't take the tomb out of a girl.

[She says, as she leans down to scoop up a handful of carpals and metacarpals, a couple of distal phalanges. Really, it kind of galls her that she knows what this shit is.]

Do you think I should just like, chuck 'em on there? See if it accepts them as an offering?