Edwin wasn't sure if it was the cat jumping or Oliver jumping that startled him, but he jumped, too, his grip on Oliver's hand momentarily tightening before his focus joined the conversation again. He had, admittedly, not been paying full attention to what everyone was saying around him, too caught up in wondering if he still smelled like the corpse, or if that smell was just lingering in his mind at this point, but he'd been paying enough attention to nod along with what others were saying. "It really could be anyone," he agreed, though he wasn't sure how much he agreed that it wasn't Jerome. "So, for those who don't know, what we found was... They were missing a lot of parts, and then the remains were set on fire, and that's why we don't know who it was. So... Yeah. Sorry." He shifted, leaning his shoulder into Oliver's, and finally giving the cat the pets it seemed to be searching for. He wondered if he might convince Jack to pour him a shot, too, though he didn't want to take more of his limited alcohol.
"Well Jerome and Vanessa's stuff is still in their rooms, unless it's, like, disappearing now," Pam chimed in. "So they might still come back. Usually when their stuff's still in their rooms, they come back. So, like... Maybe the people in charge just did some grave robbing. It could be Simms, for all we know-- Sorry, Scotty," she said, quickly cutting herself off as she caught the kid's glare, then eyeroll. "Did anyone even talk to either of them yesterday? Honestly, this whole thing is bonkers. Like, they could have been doing any of this stuff before but they waited until now, and it's weird."