06-17-2016, 09:53 PM
Carmelita turned to the red lizard that had nearly bitten in to one of the unconscious bodies as it had apparently come to its senses.
“So you want to help? How good’s your nose?”
“Guilmon’s nose?”
She raised an eyebrow at the repeated third-person self-referencing, but she’d known people with stranger quirks than that. Granted, they hadn’t been large red lizards, but there was a certain amount of leeway given since this was the Omniverse.
“How refined is your sense of smell? Are you capable of distinguishing scents?”
A nod from the lizard.
“Guilmon can smell things! What do you want Guilmon to smell for?”
Carmelita turned and gestured for Guilmon to follow her, approaching the wreckage as she talked. A gust of wind caught her hair in her mouth for a moment, and she batted the sodden clump away.
“We need to know if any fuel has leaked out, in case the whole thing goes up. Ideally, we’d salvage all the luggage and supplies that survived the crash but we’d need to know if there was a chance of a fireball.”
It took a moment for her to realise that the sound of claws crunching in the sand had ceased to accompany that of her boots. She turned to see Guilmon’s head tilted at what would, on a child, be an adorable angle. As it was, it was mildly unsettling on a lizard with very sharp claws.
“What does fuel smell like?”
Carmelita paused. That… was not a question she thought she’d need an answer to. Especially since she didn’t even know how to begin trying to reply.
“Erm… flammable? I think it’s an irritant…”
Guilmon blinked in incomprehension.
She stood there for a moment before trying to summon a cup of oil from her omnilium as an example. When that failed to work (and despite her being relatively new to the Omniverse, it was still a shock) she coughed and scratched behind her ear in thought. Thankfully, the lizard was patiently waiting for an answer.
“Hmm… it’s rather pungent. Tell someone if you smell something pungent you don’t recognise, that would work.”
"Pungent?"
"Smells really strongly of one or two clear scents."
Guilmon gave a toothy grin before he began sniffing, and Carmelita waited for the lizard to finish his task. She cursed quietly in spanish as the wind began picking up, catching the spray of a wave and getting the salty water in her mouth and hair, and tugged her trenchcoat more tightly around her.
“So you want to help? How good’s your nose?”
“Guilmon’s nose?”
She raised an eyebrow at the repeated third-person self-referencing, but she’d known people with stranger quirks than that. Granted, they hadn’t been large red lizards, but there was a certain amount of leeway given since this was the Omniverse.
“How refined is your sense of smell? Are you capable of distinguishing scents?”
A nod from the lizard.
“Guilmon can smell things! What do you want Guilmon to smell for?”
Carmelita turned and gestured for Guilmon to follow her, approaching the wreckage as she talked. A gust of wind caught her hair in her mouth for a moment, and she batted the sodden clump away.
“We need to know if any fuel has leaked out, in case the whole thing goes up. Ideally, we’d salvage all the luggage and supplies that survived the crash but we’d need to know if there was a chance of a fireball.”
It took a moment for her to realise that the sound of claws crunching in the sand had ceased to accompany that of her boots. She turned to see Guilmon’s head tilted at what would, on a child, be an adorable angle. As it was, it was mildly unsettling on a lizard with very sharp claws.
“What does fuel smell like?”
Carmelita paused. That… was not a question she thought she’d need an answer to. Especially since she didn’t even know how to begin trying to reply.
“Erm… flammable? I think it’s an irritant…”
Guilmon blinked in incomprehension.
She stood there for a moment before trying to summon a cup of oil from her omnilium as an example. When that failed to work (and despite her being relatively new to the Omniverse, it was still a shock) she coughed and scratched behind her ear in thought. Thankfully, the lizard was patiently waiting for an answer.
“Hmm… it’s rather pungent. Tell someone if you smell something pungent you don’t recognise, that would work.”
"Pungent?"
"Smells really strongly of one or two clear scents."
Guilmon gave a toothy grin before he began sniffing, and Carmelita waited for the lizard to finish his task. She cursed quietly in spanish as the wind began picking up, catching the spray of a wave and getting the salty water in her mouth and hair, and tugged her trenchcoat more tightly around her.