This was useless. She was in shock. People in shock were utterly worthless in a difficult situation. Sighing, Archer walked over to the body, looking down at it. On an emotional level, this was a dead young man. A human life that had been ended and would never start back up again. On a clinical level, this was a deceased organism that had to be removed for the health of the others. A decision had to be made quickly.
Looking to Isobel, he frowned. "Do you have any garbage bags?" He considered consulting with her to find a solution, but knew that it would never work. She was shattered. "I'm going to remove the body and what remains of this portrait. And you will never need to speak of this again." Of course, she had posted on the forum "he's dead." That would raise questions. But he couldn't think of that now.