He isn't sure he's doing this right; hadn't been sure when it was Rocket's body dragged in from the snow, either. His training guides him, long ago memories of practicing on a plastic dummy that wasn't anything like a real body -- that wasn't anything like a cat, or a raccoon, that didn't prepare him for this strange reality. Still, he tries...and still she remains.

Maybe the Cat's words will help him later, but for now Stephen keeps working, shutting both of them out. It won't be until the cramping of his hands makes it impossible to continue that he'll stop.