It's fine. Not like you can help it. Hold on a second. [He shrugs it off. Takes a deep breath and draws out a white and black U shaped device. He turns his arm so it faces the pile. Light flares and a long blade bursts into existence, cutting through bone like paper.

It reverts and he pulls his arm back.]

I'll do this at intervals. It doesn't work all the time. [Keith cleans out what he cut out, shoving the bones aside and leaves her more space to work.]

I'm Keith.