"Yup." Jim said, rushing to help Steph. They moved the body without much trouble, save for the drips they left in their trail. Soon, they found some kind of balcony where they threw the dead man off. 
[i] Eh. He should have said something if he didn't wanna get thrown off. [/i] 
Jim thought with a slight guilt, and some nigh insane rationalizing. He laughed it off. Jim and Steph settled down to catch their breaths. 
"So she fell asleep, huh? She must have felt safe and protected around you." Jim said, wiping the blood, among other things, with some towel laying around. 
[i] Gonna be a long day. [/i]
"You can catch some Z's if you want. I'll stand guard until one of you wakes up." Jim said, feeling drowsy himself.