The smell of fresh blood, even alien blood, draws Murphy in. At least he's accepted it as something about himself at this point, a curse he's not going to shake so he might as well stroll up to any corpse with that 'Hey are you gonna eat that?' attitude. And take it anyway even if the answer is yes.

Ryo is handling a big... whatsit. Whatever these things are called. Fluffalos? It won't matter in a week so he doesn't care. But he figured it's a free meal if they don't need the brain. Maybe not free but not like he needs to help a lot.

"Here, I got it." Murphy says when he notes it needs turned, walking over and flipping it pretty easy. He's pretty strong for a guy that doesn't necessarily like to fight. "They got you on butcher detail?"