She seemed rather small and fragile, easily jumped by his towering form. He was probably twice her size, after all, and the number of scars (doubled with his unhumored demeanor) didn't help to lower the intimidation factor. None of it was on purpose, however; he didn't choose to be the way he looked, but he chose to exist alongside it. She admitted that humans were not present, but without her agreement that it was only rats, Jefferson was left to wonder. What was it she'd seen or heard? Was it that overwhelming and unreal to freeze her in her steps, struck with curiosity? Clearly it didn't have the same effect on the scarred man. "What, then? Ghosts?" A smirk, hidden from her eyes.
He had started to pick up the irregular smell, however, not long before she began to speak of it. The girl brushed past him, his form stiff and unmoving, The stench was nothing pleasant nor familiar, yet did not set off any alarms in the cyclops' head. Jefferson had little experience with dead things, experienced only in being that who brought it. He breathed that terrible smell deep into his lungs without the slightest tinge in his features, flicked his ears, and shrugged. "Dead, molding rats," he muttered, scratching at his ass. "Take a look around, if you're so worried." He didn't say it aloud, but if danger were indeed present, she could consider him a worthy ally and guardian if the need arose.
Green eye observed her careless action and sneeze; he chuckled a little and rose a brow, entertained by her antics. What was she trying to accomplish? He sensed no danger there. "Didn't say I was right or wrong," the brute admitted, green eye wandering. "Jefferson, Phoenix Valley. A bit far for girls to be wandering by themselves, don't you think?" She certainly didn't look like she'd be skilled enough to protect herself in the chance of danger, but he chose not to admit that aloud. The smirk still set on his scarred features made evidence of his sarcasm; he was not sexist.
He crossed the creaking floorboards to peer into an adjoining room. Only dust seemed to occupy it, and nothing more of interest. "Looks like this place'll fall apart any minute. Might be rotting wood you're smelling."
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