Carla Jean does her best to follow along with what Kate tells her, though it's a lot to try to take in at once, at least at a time like this. Much as she hates to admit it, she's too used to the island for that, and used to what came before. Either place, she's sure, this would have been understandable, pure logic. It might be here, too, but she's had trouble enough for months now, never knowing what was in her head and what was real. She doesn't exactly want to stand around waiting for any more, even if it's difficult to take her eyes off the body, as if half-expecting it to come back to life. Oh, she knows full well that he's as dead as it's possible to be, but she's so used to being afraid of him now that it's a difficult thing to fully accept, the fact that it's finally over, that she survived.

"Might be easier to," she says slowly, keeping Kate's hand in her own as she shrugs, a slow breath leaving her. "We try to move him, it's just gonna draw more attention."