Rhiannon grimaced at the red stains on her hands and splashed them in the thin layer of water now covering the floor, rubbing them against each other until the blood washed off in swirls of colour. Patting her hands dry against her jean trousers she looked up at Tim who had still not moved from the door. She couldn't tell but he looked like he was in shock, either at the whole being kidnapped situation or the fact her interaction with the corpse had made it impossible to ignore any longer.

"Well, are you going to get your stuff?" She asked sharply, her patience with the accountant shortening drastically. In this kind of situation it was meant to be the bloke who took the lead, especially if he was older, but the one she had been stuck with seemed completely immobilised by every little thing. At least her voice seemed to have broken whatever reverie he was in but the man still seemed reluctant to get anywhere near the corpse; if their present environment hadn't been so troubling Rhiannon might have had sympathy but as it was, she had none to give.

"Fine, let's just leave it all here and go find who those voices belonged to. Maybe they know more." Splashing through the stale-smelling water she exited the room and turned back down the hall the way she had come; the other way looked like a dead end and she was sure the sounds had come from that way. "Come on or I'll leave you behind. You can stay with that if you really want."

Maybe Tim would have his uses after all; his shock at the body was feeding her irritation and kept her own stomach from splurging its minor contents. And she was sure there'd be a lot more corpses, it just seemed like that kind of place.

Irina nodded. As hard as she raked her brain she couldn’t think of any other options. The sad girl, the smell, it all fit together. And if this wasn’t the sad girl, then Irina did not want to find what other horrors the text was talking about. “Yea, I’ll come with you. Just give me a second.” She stared blankly into her box of items once more. Her entire body told her not to get up, to just stay in this room until she woke up from this nightmare. Slowly, Irina took the water bottle from the box and unscrewed the cap. She managed to get a few sips of water before putting the bottle away to save for later. The soup sounded pretty good about now too, she didn’t remember the last time she had eaten anything.

With a sigh, Irina stood up with her box once more. She headed out of Grey’s room and towards the hall with the girl once more. This time, the smell didn’t even make her flinch. Standing next to the other girl, she looked down at the body. “Here, use this…” Irina grabbed the mattock out of her box and handed it to Grey, “It might help.” She hoped the object would at least keep her from having to get too close to the body, and whatever was inside of it.