Mulcahy reels back in horror. It is the grace of having seen such slaughter before that he does not drop Powell outright, but it's a near thing. Instead, Mulcahy makes his peace with the massive splatter of viscera now staining his front, and sets the corpse down, albeit ungracefully.

He steps forward to start shooing them from the rest of the corpse when a voice issues from behind him. Blood freezing, he whirls around to see who's caught him here.