"Smart."

His lips twitch, nearly a smile — nearly teeth, and —

Cedric straightens. That's enough of that. Got another hank of cloth in hand, and the rest of the room's still disarray: Folks tend the dead, tend the living, tender an eye over statue and tile. He doesn't want to be here any more. Picks a door, starts toward it with a pull of his chin. You coming?

(Buddy system. If she's not, he's not either.)

"Y'seen nothing like this before?"