human
Al:  Al frowned at the smell wafting into his helmet. This was his second time in the library, and the last time he was there, he’d had a similar reaction. The air was stuffy and ripe with the distinctive odor of old books. Al might have been able to tolerate that combination, if not for the stench of perfume that had been heavily applied in an attempt to mask more offensive smells, and the person responsible, whose stench had seeped into the room beyond repair. The resulting stink made others hesitant to ever enter the library.
gpt
Al:  "You’re late." His motivation already sapped by the fumes that greeted him, Al grew even wearier when the brusque voice barked at him. His zero motivation had dipped into the negatives.