No, Sean was not hallucinating a woman in her mid to late twenties in Victoria's Secret's premiere line lingerie. Just Az had thought that the result of her wearing it would be included far more pleasurable events than what had actually transpired.
So far she had mostly been in a state of shock about the whole thing. She had never seen a body before, and to see one fall from the ceiling? That had been a bit much.
Following Sean's direction a bit robotically, shock taking away a lot of her natural innuendo and grace beyond simply moving, Az moved closer. Tugging Jeb along with her, needing the strength of his presence as much as he apparently needed hers. She simply shook her head for a moment, before she spoke.
"Sean, there was...a body in one of the elevators. He had been..." she had to pause to close her mouth and swallow. "Someone cut him open."