The pink-haired girl glanced up sharply, sniffing at the air. What... what was that? Like... like the night she had spent with Emma. Like the few nights she'd spent so long ago. It was the scent of... she couldn't call it love. The scent of the base, animal act of lust, sex. It got under her skin, made her feel almost unclean.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"What is that?"</span>she rasped from the shadows, pouncing upwards onto an overturned Nuka-Cola machine and crouching, looking down at the other members of the little group.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Do you... do you smell it? Can you detect it... in the air?"</span>She could smell it. It bothered her. It made her think about Becca and the other things she was refusing to think about. Made her remember made made her Sue... what made her different from the monster on the other side of her psyche.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>