[ Yes, thank you Russel. She rather likes the hat, even though she doesn't remember Romsca having one in the few moments she remembers. She hops down onto the shirt and continues sniffing it, balancing the hat delicately on her head as she moves along.
It's very salty! Her nose is picking up salt, and something sharper, and something greener. Her olfactories are strong, and she's putting names to the scents: brine, sand, seaweed, fish...
At Russel's question, she looks up at Lyall as well, unable to hold in an inquisitive chuckle. She knows this tunic is probably her own, but the idea of being equal in size to the walkers...! Well. ]
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It's very salty! Her nose is picking up salt, and something sharper, and something greener. Her olfactories are strong, and she's putting names to the scents: brine, sand, seaweed, fish...
At Russel's question, she looks up at Lyall as well, unable to hold in an inquisitive chuckle. She knows this tunic is probably her own, but the idea of being equal in size to the walkers...! Well. ]