"Well...still..." Vaughn was sure he could cover it up, sure that maybe she wouldn't be unclothed again until she got to the funeral home, and they were less likely to question the gnawing on her leg. Especially if he covered it over. And he hadn't performed her autopsy. He could just...lie. "I'll patch it up, but- are you on fire?" That really was the last thing he needed. But the cavity hadn't lit up in any way, just those eyes, so perhaps it was fine. Not that any of this was fine.
"Great. Great-" Vaughn murmured softly. "Does have to be people." He was thankful at least that his little demon friend had decided to go for dead and wasn't now chewing on him as they spoke.
His attention moved from the bucket of organs (somehow they were more stomach churning now than they were when he was cutting them out and weighing and measuring them) back to the eyes in the drawer when he was questioned.
"Tasers are not really standard issue to scientists. I don't carry one around with me in my lab coat. The dead don't usually give me reason to need anything for self defense." Vaughn inched over to the autopsy table, sitting himself up on it. "And I don't really want the police wandering around here, I'd have far too much explaining to do. The villagers-" he shrugged. "There's not really a lot I can do about them. But I don't know if you're familiar with them, they're already a weird bunch, I doubt they're too much of a threat."
He swung his legs idly. "Would you rather I left the room? Would you feel safer?"