Dick only barely stopped himself from recoiling at the bones. He wished he could pretend like he didn't recognize what they were (left hand flange, a femur, there was a bit of jaw but not the whole thing) but he took refuge in the fact that they were all old. Years old.
He still couldn't quite stop the half-step backward, or keep from twitching his head to one side so he didn't have to see, after he caught sight of an index finger (inching its way toward Kisame because the demon wasn't dead despite being eaten--)
He had to open his eyes and look back, just to make sure the finger wasn't moving. Then his gaze coursed over the cloth-wrapped forms, anxiety tightening his muscles. None of them were moving. None of them.
"You're not funny," he said to Duo, flashing the kid a dry, vaguely teasing smile even though his gaze didn't leave the heap, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Then he swallowed, wetting his throat, and said to Kisame, "We were going to head back to the robot. I was hoping you could give me directions. Unless, uh, you wanted a hand...?" He hoped not. He really, really hoped not, but figured Kisame was cleaning that out because they were taking up too much room.
He didn't want to clean out a grave. Reaaaaally didn't.