"Does...." Jack started, seemingly unable to leave the distance of the line of trees he'd claimed, covered his mouth with his arm to fight off another wave of nausea. Finally it seemed to occur to him that he didn't need to actually look at the thing to ask about it, so he turned away, trying to inhale the scent of his sleeve over the smell of blood and death. "Does anyone recognize...anything?"
"Maybe we can ask for his dental records once we find the rest of his fucking HEAD," Felix managed, breaking the nervous laughter, his voice going so shrill it actually squeaked once in the midst of the word "head". He paced, his eyes darting from the blood, to the body, to the area around him as if he might accidentally run into a stray body part.
"I meant something like his fucking clothes," Jack snapped back, glad to at least be able to focus on Felix, even if the guy's tension wasn't making him feel any better. "It's not like any of us have that many! Between the four if us we've probably seen everything everyone has!"