"Before you finish that thought," Asha cut in, her digital voice laced with dry amusement, "I'm gonna have to point out that you haven't bathed in five days. You're basically approaching 'biological hazard' territory here."
A sudden wave of self-awareness hit Jin like a splash of cold water. He shifted uncomfortably on the medical cot, the fabric of his uniform suddenly feeling scratchy against his skin. He brought the collar to his nose and recoiled slightly. "Oh," he muttered, horror dawning on his face. "Oh no."
He sniffed again, just to be sure.
Yep. He reeked. A potent mix of dried sweat, pipe grease, faint antiseptic, and desperation. No wonder Asha sounded smug.
Rosa was the first to notice his reaction, raising a single, perfectly shaped brow. "Wait—don't tell me that face means what I think it means."
She leaned in slightly, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern... then leaned way back with an exaggerated grimace.
