Stacey, Rhine, Jim & OPEN
Well, at least one of them wasn't hungry. The blonde's stomach did make itself known as the body passed. She inhaled again, breathing deeply of the scent of blood and flesh, and then shook her head. "I wouldn't worry, Stacey. Sirens do not put good meat to stupid use."
A glance over her shoulder confirmed the identity of the newest member of their little grouping. Jim's was a slightly more familiar face than most; she had seen him at Virtue & Vice, taking in the shows and having a drink on his breaks. "I haven't heard anyone naming suspects, no. This is out of the norm, isn't it? I was told that Silas handled all of our... ah, clean-up... to avoid just this sort of thing."