[ he's not actually reading, as much as checking out whether they have... you know... some braille books or something. he's not very adept at it, either, because he's never really needed it before, but here, it'd be nice -- he could get some information from the library, at least, about the changes and what else is going to happen to them. no luck, though. no braille, only really old-feeling books that seem to crumble in your hands.

... needless to say, it's pretty scary, when someone suddenly brushes against your shoulder. he jumps, startled, then looks to the side -- or, well, in the stranger's general direction, blinking as if that'd let him see the other's face. ]

Nothing. I was trying to find some info on the monster stuff, but they ain't got the blind alphabet here, so -- [ what's that smell, damn? what kinda earthy old spice are you using, dude? ] Did you put on too much cologne, or something? You smell like, really strong.

...

[ snorf. ]

... of flowers.