She didn't know who Aoshi was. She didn't actually care. "Maybe you should," she agreed, nose wrinkled behind her hand. "You smell like--" She wasn't sure. Braving the chemical burn again, she pulled her hand away, leaned in, and sniffed his chest. Now that she was expecting it, it wasn't as bad. It still made her reel back. "Chemicals and seafood." Her hand returned to over her nose. "Black-faced wolf, that's awful. I hate non-natural poisons. Even more than natural poisons. At least cyanide doesn't smell so... Fake. Metallic." She took a step away, putting more distance between them.

"You coughed. Does that stuff make you cough?" Great, now she had a tingle in her throat. "If I just sniffed you and now I'm gonna die, I will haunt you for the rest of your life."