Frederick was entirely unprepared for the sight of the Casino's interior, since he doubted that the kitchens (or wherever they were) usually looked like this. He was feeling a bit lightheaded even before he saw the corpse, but aside from growing half a shade paler he managed to keep his composure. "Oh, good," he said weakly, because poor attempts at humor were apparently all he was able to contribute at this point. "Another corpse. Maybe he'll give us our next clue."

Or maybe he'd try to kill them, like the last one had done with MacFusty. Maybe he'd be more successful than the last one had. Their group, after all, was down one broadsword from the last encounter, and since this one didn't have a head, he wasn't even sure where they would have used one if they did have a sword.