Mako kind of doesn't blame him for being distracted: this just gets more horrifying the more he looks at it. He's careful with the pieces, but his face is getting paler as he picks through them.

"Pieces of body parts," he finally says, and holds up one of the pieces in evidence: what looks like part of a porcelain kneecap and a bit of calf, painted to perfection. "We need to get out of here. Find anything? How is this even happening?" He's already pushing himself up, never content to sit still for too long.