yet another suspect, dismissed

who: the group
where: the medical deck, scene of crime
when: do we really care?
"ok, we're getting nowhere with this" seymour said, raising his arms
in the air in disgust, he had planned on being the hero of the story,
but all these idiots were ruining it for him.
Just then, the door opened, and a random security grunt wandered in.
"uhh, sirs, uhhh, we found this one lying on some boxes 3 rooms down,
or was it 4...." he started looking up to the ceiling, his poor mind
struggling to remember one simple number.
"ok, cheers, no need to remember where she was, all we need to know
is 2was she on this deck?'" seymour asked
"yeah" the security grunt said, before putting her down and leaving.
Jack strode over and picked her up, and stood her in front of the
group. He removed a small bottle from his jacket. "my last bit" he
said to himself as he fed it to her. She spluttered and woke up.
"oh god" she murmered as the strong lights of the room made her head
hurt.
"ahha!!" seymour said triumphantly "drowning your guilt in alcohol
eh?" he continued, pointing directly at her in a way that said 'it
was you' rather obviously. "you killed jasmine with... uhhh... a
knife, and then drowned your guilt in alcohol, didn't you!! you took
her up to the cargo bay, then hid here so no-one would find you!!
Phil, take her in, i think this is solved."
"hold on." she said the last drop of Jacks Ant-Alcohol working its
way into her system, the headache vanished almost as instantly as it
arrived. "if i killed whoever, and 'drowned my guilt in alcohol' why
am i here... wouldn't i go back to my room?" She questioned, Seymour
looked surprised at this, no hungover crewmember, much less a woman
had ever recovered from a hangover so quickly.
"thats true" Jack added, still partially holding her up, the headache
may have gone, but her motor skills hadn't returned fully yet. "If
she did kill Jasmine, she would have blood on her clothes, i can
neither see any or smell any..." Jack said, quite plainly, he knew
many ways to kill someone, and even he was clever enough not to stay
on the scene of a murder, unless he was one hell of an actor.
"oh.. darn it" seymour said, his feeling of triumph vanished.
"i think thats Checkmate" Keto said behind him
"you know you're still the number one suspect then!!" seymour pointed
out, he still knew it was his job to solve the murder.
"and how would she get Jasmines body to the cargo bay if she was
drunk?" Wildflower pointed out." no-one can get that far with a body
without being seen or heard while as drunk as she obviously was."
<tag, the murder investigation group grows>