[ briefly examining the table and the equipment, he hefts the corpse onto the tray amid a few wheezing giggles. its wings are somewhat damaged and its head is twisted unnaturally, but it is otherwise in relatively good shape-- as good a shape as anything dead can be in, of course.
his attention turns abruptly to those lovely sharp tools, and he approaches them with a certain sparkle in his eye. sharp tools and corpses are piter's bread and butter. after a moment of inspecting the tools, he looks up at bruce and gestures with a slightly trembling hand toward the dead hyena wasp, chuckling softly. ]
I'll let you have the honor of the first incision. I... shall observe, and collect myself for but a moment.