Clarisse frowns and nudges the skeleton with one boot. It tips over with a soft shushing sound. She looks a little bit fascinated by the condition of the body. She's seen plenty of them in her life, but not old and skeletonized like this. Not very many, at least. It's sort of creepy, sort of pathetic, this pile of bones wearing a bulletproof vest.

"Do we look somewhere else?" Like there's gotta be dead bodies all over this city, right? Some of them probably even fresher than this one, with newer supplies. But she'll defer to Abby on this, since it's her city.