"Jesus fucking Christ." Eli shook his head, took a closer look. It wasn't as bad as the harvester, and the host exhaled a sharp sigh of relief.
"At least it isn't another one of those organ-stealing bastards. Small miracles, I suppose. Not fantastic, a dead body on the premises...but better than a Harvester." He remembered that thing. A fucking disaster, it was. He'd had to soothe ruffled feathers, reassure people that they were safe, talk to the bossman about handing out some comped nights to keep customers satisfied...all while wondering if there were more out there waiting to rip his still-beating heart out of his chest.
"You gonna do a walkthrough?" Eli's eyes met Marcus's, and he nodded. He trusted the security guard. Both of them had seen some shit, while at this job. He knew Marcus was thorough.
"I can go get the doc. He'll probably wanna inspect the body here first before moving it...Rachel, sweetheart?" He reached out to touch her arm, lightly. "C'mon, darlin'. Let's get you inside. Get you some tea or something warm and we'll go find Archer, yeah? You'll be safe, with Archer."