Your name is Kanaya Maryam and at least chainsawing through the mummified trolls occupying these ruins is a little easier than dealing with the regular surface dwelling zombie and their usual degree of sun-baked, leathery epidermis. Aradia, choosing to conserve her psychic energy and instead relying on her whip to cut through the approaching horde, is likewise having no trouble holding her own, and is even capable of fighting them from a distance while your weapon forces you to dispatch them at a much closer range. You're both handling the undead situation admirably.

You're having a much harder time dealing with the exponentially increasing amount of dust and grime being tossed in the air and on your clothes, however, and, not for the first time tonight, you're wondering what you're even doing down here.

But then you turn to see Aradia grinning and laughing a short distance away as she decapitates another fragile mummy with a crack of her whip and you remember.

Kanaya: Exposit