[u][i][b]Vata & XIII[/b][/i][/u]

"Great!" Twain smiled wide. "Wanna help? Hold this open!" Twain reached into a pocket and drew out a large black bag. He gave the bag to Vata and then began to scour the floor. It was like watching a rat sort through garbage. Twain was mostly picking up bones, some rocks, random items on the ground. He would inspect each, some quickly, some he sniffed before tossing them in the black bag. It seemed like a careless way to treat evidence... but... Twain was in a hurry, after all.

"You!" Twain shot a glance over to Alexavier, whom had remained rather quiet this whole time. "You and lucky-number see what you can do about the body on the alter. Ideally, we'd like to take it with us." Twain seemed to assume that because Vata had accepted his offer, the others did too.