Ben resisted the urge to sniff his shirt again. Logically that wouldn't do any good, but still. How could anyone possibly...
He hadn't even seen a dog today, come to think of it.
Did he just naturally smell like dog? Wouldn't someone else have said something by now? Was everyone just that polite? Or did this guy have super powered olfactory senses? Maybe that was why he was so interested in Ben's job?
"I think I would have noticed a dog," Ben said, not realizing that probably didn't make much sense--notice a dog how? Seen one? Smelled one? Heard one through the barrage of guitars and drums blasting out of of his headphones?--but still very determined in the way he said it.
And here they were, back on the subject of Area-52. Everyone was interested in that place. "Almost a year, I guess?" He said, cocking his head to the side a bit as he calculated the time. It had been since last summer, anyway. "Yeah, almost a year. I guess I didn't realize it had been that long."