Chris jumps down, rolling a short distance as they land in order to distribute the force of impact, and jumps to their feet to brush dead vegetation off their clothes. (Very normal clothes... that sunshine-yellow blouse was made from a secondhand dress, light brown linen pants cover their legs, and winter boots are on their feet. The strap of a canvas shoulder bag is slung across their chest, so that the bag itself rests against one hip.)

"My name is Chris Freeman."

They neither ask for her name, nor give any platitudes. They simply nod in acknowledgement of her terms and move to the path so they can walk ahead of her.

"I haven't heard of any particular monsters being reported in the woods, but it happens a lot. And I'd rather you not be a hero, since I'll be back in my body tomorrow even if they kill me." Chris glances back and smiles. "With one foot in the grave anyway, being dead here is hardly a handicap."

Really reassuring, Chris. A+ on coming across normal.... not.