The mess of corpses did give Flynn pause at first, as he wasn't keen on meeting what made this mess while he was unarmed. Then the smell was enough to make him retreat and retch in a corner for a while.

He returned shortly thereafter with a makeshift bandanna over his face and began to pick over the corpses in hopes that one of them died holding a gun and wearing a pair of trousers with a 34" inseam, seeing as his jeans had to be cut from his body and reassembled with safety pins.

Rafe he kept in the periphery of his vision while working, not particularly interested in his finds until he found the sword.

"Well look at you," said Flynn. "Lucky boy."