[ This close, Nigel is both confused and intrigued by the lack of smell to Saya. All people had it, an odor or a scent -- proof of their biological processes usually masked by soap and perfume and deoderant. That she's entirely neutral holds his attention.
He lifts a hand and absently pinches a bit of her hair between his fingertips, studying it the way one might analyze a forensic sample. ]
Baby doll I recognize, you're a hideous thing inside;
He lifts a hand and absently pinches a bit of her hair between his fingertips, studying it the way one might analyze a forensic sample. ]
And what's so important about the blood, Saya?