Emmy started, as she saw all the bodies littering the room. Then, looking closer, she breathed a sigh of relief - they were just dummies!
She approached one who was wearing a purple scarf - despite the fact it was practically summer...
She prodded it's shoulder. "Sir? Are you all right?"

After giving it time to say either "Yes, I'm fine, so buzz off!" or "No, of course I'm not!", she looked it over, checking for visible wounds or broken bones. Nada. Then, she put her ear near it's mouth, to see if she could hear or feel any breathing. Nada.
Next, she pickedup it's left wrist, checking for a pulse, and also checked it's throat - again for a pulse.

There were no apparent signs of life, so she considered her options... She could; a) perform CPR. b) put Nigel in the recovery position and hope. Or c) call Professor Zookara.
Presumably c) was out anyway, even though that would be her natural course of action - trust someone who knows what they're doing! So, a) or b)...?

As she toyed with her options, she began to absent-mindedly twiddle the scarf on Nigel's face. Why would it be covering his face, she wondered. Should she remove it? Yes, it might help her to save him! Slowly, she began to pull the lovely purple scarf away from the dummy, already beginning to dread what she might find underneath...