[after several moments spent considering the mature response to finding the remains of a dead person -- gathering the last of the fallen sprigs of handpicked lavender, Ren reflects that it probably isn't throwing your hands into the air and shouting so hard your nose honks -- Ren chooses his next action with deliberation and care.

he takes a twig of birch and pokes the dead body in the shoulder, because if it isn't dead and he calls down the police for a drunk college student, he's going to feel like an ass.]