Aiden darts restlessly around the room, the tether humming with his anxiety. He doesn't like this place, and Jodie's inclined to agree with him. Even without the corpse, she gets the impression that this room would feel oppressive. Better to get the kid out of here as soon as possible.

Now that Jodie has the boy's attention, she keeps her eyes focused on him, not wanting to draw his attention back to the body by glancing at it, herself. She holds out a hand, close enough that he can reach it if he wants to, but not so close as to invade his personal space. "Why don't we get out of here?" she suggests. "I'll help you."

Helping kids with dead fathers (or uncles, or whatever - dead family members, at any rate): what a fucking habit to cultivate. What else can she do, though? She sure as hell isn't going to leave him here.