Does--uhm--does anyone else ever get kind of unsettled because of their room? Like--Like the smells and things?
Mine is clean, I can tell that, but...under the clean, I guess? It's an old scent so I don't know how far under but it's still there. Under the clean there are human scents, and it's--it's something, I think 'unnerving' is the best word. It--It's just two, I guess, but they're everywhere, like they were in here a lot, and for a long time.
And--And, uh--
And one of them smells like the guy that saved me yesterday.
It makes me think, I-I guess. About how many people are here a--and how many have been here before. How long they were here. If--If the scents are this deep even after this long, and he's still here, how long does it take for this ship to make port?
I'm not complaining! I like it here! It--It's mostly safe, except for that crazy wolf lady. Bitch. Being safe is a nice change for me.
It just makes me feel weird to think about. I don't know how many people would want to be here that long.
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this conversation.]
H-Hey--uhm--does anyone know why this room would smell like...
[Pause while he hunts down the guy's name on the network.]
...Herz?
I-It's room 1084, deck four. Does--Does that ring a bell for anyone?
He doesn't get it a-and I don't either, so if anyone knows anything, I'd l-like to hear it.