"Oh-- uh." Pearl blinks at the pile of documents scattering on to the floor, her eyes squinting slightly. That wasn't quite what she'd intended when she asked for an empty box, but-- well, she supposes it's empty now. "... We can sort this out later," she concludes, accepting the box.

She lowers herself onto her knees, reaching for the body with shaky fingertips. There's no warmth left to it when she picks it up between her hands, but then, of course there wouldn't be -- she had sucked out every last drop of it.

Pearl's expression darkens with quiet guilt, and she places the lid down.

"I'm not sure how long this'll take," she apologizes, box hugged to her chest as she pushes herself back upright. "I promise I'll do my share of the cleaning when I get back."

And then she's gone.

It ends up taking the better part of an hour. Pearl returns with empty hands caked to the wrists in soil, her posture slouched and lips thin.

"I did it," she offers needlessly, and though her voice is just a quiet murmur, there's still a slight strain to it.