Luckily for North, she isn't capable of being bothered by the smell. She can perceive it, sure, but it doesn't elicit the same visceral reaction of disgust it would in an organic being. She's aware that something reeks in the same way a breathalyzer would be aware that someone's ingested alcohol; clinically and detached, with none of the instinct that would make a human want to run away.
This is why she's eerily composed as she stares down at the goopy, putrid mess currently sitting in Prompto's hand. The only indication that she's disgusted by it is in the grimace on her face and a hint of strain in her tone, but otherwise? There's no additional reaction. She doesn't even recoil, since she has no stomach that can be upset by the smell. It's just kind of unpleasant to look at.]
I don't think so. [The smell? Maybe. Everything else, though...] Look— It's rotting from the inside out. Shouldn't it be the other way around?
[She'll do him a solid and take the fish out of his hand, though, swapping it out for his knife. Which is, uh, currently covered in rotten fish gunk, so he might want to clean that. North will be sticking her fingers in there one last time to make sure the fish's innards are the only thing floating around in that soup, before pressing the opening shut. It still reeks but, like, it will hopefully reek less once she finds a corner to toss this in.]
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Luckily for North, she isn't capable of being bothered by the smell. She can perceive it, sure, but it doesn't elicit the same visceral reaction of disgust it would in an organic being. She's aware that something reeks in the same way a breathalyzer would be aware that someone's ingested alcohol; clinically and detached, with none of the instinct that would make a human want to run away.
This is why she's eerily composed as she stares down at the goopy, putrid mess currently sitting in Prompto's hand. The only indication that she's disgusted by it is in the grimace on her face and a hint of strain in her tone, but otherwise? There's no additional reaction. She doesn't even recoil, since she has no stomach that can be upset by the smell. It's just kind of unpleasant to look at.]
I don't think so. [The smell? Maybe. Everything else, though...] Look— It's rotting from the inside out. Shouldn't it be the other way around?
[She'll do him a solid and take the fish out of his hand, though, swapping it out for his knife. Which is, uh, currently covered in rotten fish gunk, so he might want to clean that. North will be sticking her fingers in there one last time to make sure the fish's innards are the only thing floating around in that soup, before pressing the opening shut. It still reeks but, like, it will hopefully reek less once she finds a corner to toss this in.]