Jack, meanwhile, had pulled a corner of his denim shirt up over his nose and mouth to block the noxious smell. The poor purple-haired girl was clearly in too much distress for this to be entertaining any longer. And he'd thrown up enough in the past 24 hours.
"I think moving on to another floor is a fantastic idea, whether any figuring out happens or not," he offered. Stepping closer, he put a comforting, reassuring arm around her blue-clad shoulders, then dropped his makeshift breathing mask just enough to flash both women his patented Smile That Broke A Million Hearts. "I'm Jack, by the way. Jack Mallory. Just moved in a couple days ago." His smile became a cheeky smirk. "And I'll totally cop to being a pussy."