Daisy doesn't even blink at him just suddenly producing a notebook. Some things just don't register as all that weird anymore. "They all feed off fear, just... fear of different things. Hunt is fear of... being prey, being hunted. Web is fear of manipulation and being controlled. There's... ugh, fourteen? I think? Jon's the nerd who knows all the details. I can smell 'em on people but..."

She waves a hand vaguely. It's complicated. She knows the basics but she's one of the worst people in the Archive crew to actually explain this properly.

"There's the Slaughter, that's— random violence? Lonely is, well. What it says on the tin. Eye is... being watched, known. Um. Stranger's... things that aren't quite right? I dunno how to explain that one. End's death, that's simple. Buried's being... trapped. Flesh, Vast, Dark, Corruption, Desolation..." She clicks her fingers a few times, then adds: "Spiral. I think that's all of them?"

She has absolutely no goddamn idea about the Extinction.