Rhiannon shot Tim a wary glance, deciding what she risked by answering, before fishing the phone from her back pocket for him to see.

[color=f6989d]"Yep.  It was in my box of supplies.  No dead body in my room to cover them up."[/color] She put the phone back and took another look at the corpse.  What concerned her was that the corpse wasn't [i]that [/i] old.  Little sign of decay and the blood was still fresh enough to be washed away by this foul-smelling water.  As time went out she was finding herself less and less trusting of the nervous accountant she'd discovered.  She breathed in shallowly, controlling her nerves with rhythmic breathing she'd learned from anxiety therapy, before trudging across the water-logged floor of the restroom.

[color=f6989d]"It's fine, you can stay there.  I work with animals so I'm pretty used to blood and guts."[/color] There was a note of irritation in her voice; this man was clearly older than her, albeit not by much, but wasn't coping well with the situation.  Privately, she found that the corpse [i]did[/i] disturb her more than any animal would have but she put it down to the cause of death; some things would put anyone off their breakfast and she was pretty sure this was one of them.  Still, for some reason she found herself calmer now that she'd run into another person here.  If he was an enemy then at least she knew what he looked like and she could keep her eyes on him.  If he was a friend then at least she wasn't alone in this place.

Turning her attention back to the corpse she noticed its eyes were still open so she reached out and gently closed the eyelids before sliding her hands under the body to get some purchase.  With its clothes now sodden the body was even heavier than it should have been but she managed to heave it over rather than lift so that they could get the supplies underneath.

[color=f6989d][color=f6989d]"Come on, get your stuff and let's go find out if someone else is here.  You heard shouting before, right?"[/color][/color]