A scalpel's kiss is sweeter than you think

Isla blinked at Remi at his befuddled expression, smiling despite herself and the admittedly gory situation she was about to embark upon. "I am going to perform an autopsy, Remi. I will make an incision here, here and here..." So saying, she pointed on the body and made a rough Y shape. "Then I will need to remove the sternum to expose the chest cavity." Isla motioned to the girl's breastbone, before glancing back at Remi. "We might get some idea, then, about what caused her death in the outskirts." Her eyes lit up as he placed the tools down, Isla examining each of them carefully and looking very impressed indeed. "Thank you so much," she murmured. "These are perfect, Remi. I... well. I will need to begin shortly, so I understand if you would like to leave now." Isla the flesh is weak