"You smell like the ocean. But we are surrounded by too much grease and other bodily odors to tell." He replied quickly, bluntly. Were he in his stone form he could pick up the scents of each and every monster here--and the environmental footprint.
Ness had more of an opportunity to explore the other world and find other monsters. Zander could never wander far from his perch, even at night. It was their job to guard and protect at all times. The clan had taken turns, obviously, and he and his brother had taken a while to venture into the small town beside the holy church. It was there they enjoyed the foods and found out small cultural things like bars, the tattoo parlor (their father hated it but really, how different was it from the designs engraved into his stone skin?). Nothing like the 'freedom' he had now.
He grumbled and fittled with his drink glass, contending that she was right. Again. "Then it seems I have to work on gaining more...friends as well. Being uncultured and lone is dangerous right now." And how was he supposed to trust the other monsters to protect and defend just as much as him when the humans came?