She wasn't one to judge about the sandworm, at least not right now and without context.

"Right. Let's see." She roots around in her rucksack for the journal and something to write with. Finding it she murmurs. "Beetlejuice," as she writes out the name, then rips the paper out and hands it to him.

"Ta daa! One name tag. Sorry I haven't got any string on me to hang it with. I usually do but..."