The dead had no reflection. If you’ve noticed it once, you’ve noticed it a hundred, maybe a thousand times; light didn’t twinkle in the eyes of the dead. They sat there like empty dead pools, accusing you as you bear witness to their life-stuff being snuffed out. The looks had never been comforting, it often placed a sickening twist to her guts but Aibhlinn was used to it, if nothing else. What was the difference between a corpse, fresh or new? At least it didn’t stink. At least the woman was found and not left here to be discovered by scavengers and scattered across the ice.<br/><br/>Aibhlinn frowned, standing in the frame for nearly a solid minute before she released an irritated sigh and stepped into the cubicle. Any hopeful whisper at the back of her mind was turned down another notch. “Sorry to disturb you, lassy.” Dead or not, the Irish woman spoke in a low murmur, as if the dead had only been sleeping and needed nothing more than a familiar voice for reassurance. Sometimes people got funny with the dead, but when you crawl through tombs that were supposed to be sacred resting places, she came to the conclusion that voicing some respect, even if they couldn't really hear it, never hurt anyone. “I’ll just be a tick, jus’ relax.”<br/><br/>MREs weren’t useless at this point; a few were stashed in her pockets, while the heating packs and Tabasco sauce of others were tucked in separately. Their combined forces, added with some ice and water, wasn’t enough to take a hand off; but if they needed to scare away some polar bears it acted as a great, noisy bomb. Wait a minute... Were there polar bears? Or just an army of pissed off penguins? She hesitated for half a second, trying to wrack her brain on the indigenous animals to the area, and settled on a few more packs when she remembered the elephant seal. She hated those things.<br/><br/>Satisfied, Aibhlinn turned to the body and frisked her down; everyone was entitled to one, personal item, and if this woman had decided to bring a knife or even a laser pen, she wasn’t going to leave it behind if it could save their lives later. She was thorough, searching down into the woman’s pockets even in the first layer of clothing, before she repositioned her as best as her stiff limbs would allow, and covered the woman with the blankets.<br/><br/>Her MOBA clattered to the floor, screen adding more illumination to the room as the large black font of whatever she had been reading blinked up at her. Aibhlinn picked that up as well, glancing at the name on the back of the device, before reading the contents with no less confusion. “Hey!” Aibhlinn left the cubicle with a little more energy, feeling her guts warm as a new series of riddles presented themselves. This was familiar to her, this at least, she could confront head-on. “Guys! Turn on your MOBA’s. Any of you get this same message?” She lifted the pilfered item up like a beacon, "and does this thing have GPS?"