With some of the sand spilled out, there's more than enough room in the burlap sandbag to fit in some pieces of the mess. Packed in sand, they should keep from reforming, Jaeger thinks, and well, he'll have to just go with that because that's what they have.

Bending over hurts, and nearly starts him coughing again, but he wipes his mouth on his already-bloodied sleeve and sets to gathering a couple of choice pieces of the...remains. It's easier to distance himself from that when he realizes that they are wax, not anything like flesh and blood at all. It's grotesque, but not quite as awful as actual meat would be.

Meat. Probably better he not think like that. He packs the parts into the sand carefully, then straightens and gives Winter a short, sharp nod.

"When you're ready, then."