[Kerrigan doesn't say anything, and ducks out of sight. The comm, high quality Jorgmund product that it is, fails to follow her movement and continues to show a feed of a generic kitchenette. It does, however pick up the sounds when she slams her booted foot into the garbage disposal and wrenches the unit free, then the further noises of a garbage disposal being taken apart in a warranty-voiding fashion.

The comm also picks up a flash of red light, and then there's a magical girl crouched on the counter, because sure, why not. Cure Passion-slash-Setsuna watches whatever it is Kerrigan's doing offscreen with disgust.]

.... oh god, that's horrifying. I really hope those teeth didn't belong to an actual person ...

[She hops off the counter and helps herself to a garbage bag before leaving the field of view. The microphone picks up something indistinct from her, voice recognizable but words indistinguishable, before there's another of those red flashes.]

Uh...sure.

[That's Kerrigan's voice, presumably in response to whatever Setsuna said before leaving, but then Kerrigan's hand comes into view, dripping black ooze...and holding some teeth.]

Anyway, like she said. Hair and teeth don't prove someone's dead...but everybody be on the lookout for bone fragments.