goldenclothes: dalek (✬ the blood turns to stone)

[personal profile] goldenclothes 2013-11-29 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
She hums a little at the explanation, never having really thought about it before. Good to know, she supposes.

The question refocuses her attention on what's around them, sifting out the smells of the people with them over what's further away, ahead of them.

"Got anything, Randolph?" she asks ahead softly. "S'pose we're hoping to catch him at work..."

The underground has its own smells, cold and musty, metal and dirt. There are other smells filtering in, but she isn't sure how to explain them.