James had a nap, a very good nap, for a good hour before Kinjo even stirred. Sitting up he walked quietly to the fridge in the room and listened. He could hear faint protests and he took his phone out texting Crow, the female he worked with to come down. Soon as she did it was obvious the girl was part bird. Her eyes were strange, her skin had a light feathery texture as did her short cropped all around hair save for the long crimson braid. On her skin near her neck were light scale feathers and fingers had talons. She looked to him as she pulled off her coat to have red colored hospital garb on, her form changed with a soft bubble and pop to have a long blond haired girl with a flat chest and brown eyes. She hit her lip and looked to him, "Why me - can't Diego-"<br/>"Shush, I need you. You are fun to talk to since you live with a doctor."<br/>"James he's a shaman..." She grumbled and adjusted her figure a bit to have a bit of a chest to fill her scrub top. Grumbling she muttered something about scrubs being to airy. James chuckled and pushed her gently to where the table was in the middle of the room and she put a facial mask on his was bellow his chin as his appearance altered, taking on a tall dark skinned doctor with dark brown eyes as he went to the fridge. He opened the door and saw the wiggling body. Reaching over and looked at the toe tag, "So you died of an allergic reaction?" He began to read the tag and listed off basic information before putting Kinjo's body platform on a wheel table, "Pity, probably was murder. What do you say miss Dovewood?" Crow looked up and stammered, "Maybe, it said here on the report a man sedated him with an overdose and later found head trauma that sent him into a dead cold coma Dr Benton." Chuckling with a nod he wheeled the body to the table and pushed the slab over it and smiled at her, "Well he is due for organ harvesting..."<br/>"You sure this is alright?"<br/>"Oh yes I'm sure, he's dead anyway." She fell silent as he held out his hand.<br/><br/>See there was a trick to this game; in the morgue every cut you took or received felt and seemed worse than it was - like you were being gutted alive leaving light cuts to mild cuts and no gashes, being beaten lot clogged left you bruised, or animal attacks left puncture wounds. Nothing was as it seemed.<br/><br/>Taking a marker he began drawing dissection lines on Kinjo's chest, he didn't care how Kinjo was. He knew this would scare him shitless. It would also hurt like hell once he began.