"Replaced? I wouldn't have guessed." He steps around the corpse display, placing himself the way the killer would want to once everything was set. One final perfect picture before they left. "There's a lot of white in the flowers, too. Projects innocence, virginal beauty. Not always what people want if they're getting married nowadays, but this is an idealized version. Almost childlike."

He circles around her, not seeing any wounds. She really looks like she's sleeping with her eyes open- or will until the body starts to decompose, anyway.

He crouches down around her head, notes the slight mishap with a false eyelash and reaches out to touch one eye. He taps it with his nail. Glass. He dips it in and tugs it out without hesitation. There's a thrill to messing with a crime scene like this, after the tape is up and everything. "The color matches perfectly. Do prosthetics lean towards glass anymore?" He looks up at Malcolm. "I would think it'd be medical-grade acrylic now."