Stay there! [He snaps back at her in a low whisper.] It'll be all right. No one's gonna hurt you.

[He gets close to the body, leaning over it, but it doesn't move. He kicks it one, hard, and then again for good measure. The lump doesn't move. Peter tries to pry the blanket off of the body, but the ice has frozen the cloth to the form.]

It's all right. It's dead. Can't get anything off it, though. It's frozen stiff. We'll have to warm it up to get the blanket.