There was no immediate reply. Mikasa was still searching a body - its arm had fallen out of the socket when she moved it, though it had been impossible to tell why. Maybe just a faster rot. Maybe it was dislocated before the person died. Whatever the event, she did not want to open her mouth near it, and she was determined to see the task through to the end.

Finally she stood up, stepped back a few meters, and answered through her scarf.

"Nothing. A bracelet."

She held out her hand to show him the band that lay in the palm of her hand. Her fingertips were smudged. Her level gaze met his, and without any indication of desperation or unease, there was nevertheless the over-calm, over-serious sign of someone who was at her limit. She noted his bundled handkerchief, but asked nothing. He would tell her whatever needed to be told.