In this sterile place, Grey can smell the filth he's been living in, he can smell the blood that's been spilled, including his own; he can smell his trackpants (his only clothing aside from his shoes) that haven't ever been washed.
Why this clean man would want to do anything with him is a mystery.
Grey isn't frightened so much as confused and defensive. There's no sense in staying here, though. He moves to standing, stepping away from the wall with a nod. He looks around again and sees the door. That way, then. He leads the way.
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In this sterile place, Grey can smell the filth he's been living in, he can smell the blood that's been spilled, including his own; he can smell his trackpants (his only clothing aside from his shoes) that haven't ever been washed.
Why this clean man would want to do anything with him is a mystery.
Grey isn't frightened so much as confused and defensive. There's no sense in staying here, though. He moves to standing, stepping away from the wall with a nod. He looks around again and sees the door. That way, then. He leads the way.