Kisame just kept walking up the stairs at the hello. Well, least Grayson was feeling chipper. he got to the top step, and slung the body up, where it clattered down into the pile.
At first blush it would have looked like a regular trash heap, tattered cloth bags stuffed with, things.
Except the cloth was old, and a closer look revealed more than a few of the sacks were torn and spilling out limbs. Well, bones, at least.
Kisame sneezed grave dust for a second and walked into the sun, rubbing the back of his neck and eying the pile, giving Grayson half a wave. "Once I've got these bastards out of there, be enough space for... I don't know. But we'll have space."
Could move the weapons around a little, that whole, restocking thing.
A skull rolled to his foot and he kicked it back into the pile. Grave dust between his toes.