[Glances back to the main room. Well, it looks like Lenalee is busy with that so he has some time. And he wants to do this properly anyway]

[Picking up various bottles of make-up from the vanity before kneeling down next to Alma's body. He unwinds his own scarf from around his neck, arranging it and the body in a way that makes her look---]

[Well, less beheaded]

Alma. I wonder if you can hear me since we're all tromping through your heart and mind and soul or whatever.