I wasn't expecting it. Not really. Focused on everything I'm seeing, it didn't occur to me that it might fuckin' stink too. It hits me square in the face, and it's all I can do not to stumble back, a gag working its way up the back of my throat and my eyes practically watering.

"Jesus," I mutter, scrubbing a hand over my face and peeking inside the train car. Rolling one shoulder in a careless shrug, I mutter, "It'll do."