A scalpel's kiss is sweeter than you think

Turning at the sound of the voice, so light-hearted and accompanied with a bright smile she would have been glad to see on any other day, Isla was uncharacteristically sombre in the nod she responded with. "I'm so sorry, Remi - this work arrived unexpectedly. You may want to come back another time..." Because she couldn't imagine he would particularly want to be there for an autopsy, though she had been wrong before. With a sigh, she glanced back at the girl on the table. "I don't suppose you recognise her, do you? The people who brought her in don't know her... I don't even have her name. I worry who might be out there looking for her at this hour, is all." Pursing her lips, Isla finished her preparations and approached the table. "She died at the barrier," she said softly. "Out there for too long. I was hoping I might find out what happened to her. What the barrier did to her." Isla the flesh is weak