Perrine hurried up the steps, one of the Colt pistols still in her hand, and cringed when she saw Anthony trying not to look at the decomposing body. "Sorry about that," she said, turning him away by a touch on the shoulder as she bent to get the tarp. "Forgot that's why I put it there..." So much for keeping Anthony unaware of the darker aspects of beachcombing. "Poor fellow's too far gone to identify, anyhow," she muttered and directed him back toward the steps to the cargo hold, careful to walk on his left side as she did so he'd have something to block his vision from the dead man.