There doesn't seem to be a real body there for you to take care of, doctor, [but the anger's not at her, even if it's there and scalding,] but go right on ahead. I know it's your damn job.

[He's gonna just lay on a table for a bit and grab one of the cuesticks, ready to fucking hunt down someone and...

... go outside, actually, so he can call out to anyone in the area:]

Body's in the pool room, don't go in if you've got a fear of dolls!

[It's so much easier to distance yourself when you're hurting and angry, he can deal with the first later.]