Idon'tknowsincewhen,Gwentsmellsstrange.
Smell...I'mnotfamiliarwithit.
Smell...Ineversmelledit.
Smell...SB.'s.
Smell...Anotherman.
Manorwoman.Actually,I'mnotquitesure,butmyguttellsmeitmustbeaman'ssmell,becauseIhaveafaintsmellofpredatorsthatmostwomenwouldn'thavehadifitweren'tforinvasivespecies.IfeltmoreconfidentwhenGwentleanedovertopickupthecoffeecuponthetablewhileIsatnotfarawayandIcouldevensmellaman.
"Iwillleavesoon,andImaycomebacklatertoday.Iamgoingtoassistinthefilmingwork."
"Asaproducer,whydoyouwanttoenterthestudio?"Itrytoask,tryingtofindfault,becauseIknowKwinmainlydoescoordinationworkanddoesn'tneedtogooutoftheset,butIalsoaskinanormaltone,tryingtocatchsuspiciouspeople.
Gwintertpaused,putdownacupoftumblingcoffee,gavemealook,andsaid,Hurryup.
"Ineedhelp."
"Thereisnocrew?Hollywoodmoviesshouldalreadyhaveabudgetforthecrew.Whyshouldtheproducersberesponsibleforthemselves?"
Thistime,Gwent'seyesglancedatbothclocks,andIimmediatelyrealizedthatGwentwasconsideringalie.