Gina walked over to crouch by the body, fishing a crumpled tissue from her pocket to gently brush the snow away from his face, studying it. The corpse had that unsavoury paleness of meat left too long uncovered in a freezer, ice already riming the curves of his ears and his unkempt hair.<br/><br/>"Stinky" was an apt appellation; even with the cold to stifle the stench, ir rose through the chill, wrinkling her nose, and she tried not to gag; she was pretty sure throwing up on her first real body wouldn't go over well with anyone.<br/><br/>"Well, he didn't just freeze to death, that much is obvious."