A plastic bag is provided by Grey who doesn't say anything before he turns the body around and leaves. Charlotte glances after him and then looks at Zaira over her shoulder. "He doesn't talk much, does he?"

Never mind that, she's getting her sea legs under her and this whole thing has the possibility to turn into a disaster if they don't make the right moves.

But first things first. She turns and takes Zaira's hand in hers, smiling warmly. "Thank you. I will take the best care of your jacket." She's grateful to say the least. "We'll figure out what to do with the clothes later. You're right. Right now we should get moving. I don't think we should take that plane. Not after what we've learned here."

She steps over the pile of bloody clothes and starts to gather them up carefully. She doesn't want to have any of it on her now. "Can you hold the bag open?"