[Austria had been wandering, mostly because his own room was cramped, too, and maybe getting up and walking around would ease the cabin fever. So far, it was doing no good, but seeing someone he actually knew? At least it was a distraction from it.
He keeps distance.]
Good policy. [He scrunches his nose.] What on earth is that fruity smell?
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He keeps distance.]
Good policy. [He scrunches his nose.] What on earth is that fruity smell?