She doesn't wear perfume or anything like that. There is a hint of the way sand smells baking out in the sun and to put it bluntly there is the unmistakable scent of wolf underneath anything else that is just purely her.

It's probably weird for the Fable. She doesn't really seem too bothered by him. There are a few curious glances of course, she can't help herself really. She's a writer after all.

"Ha. I ended up in one of the hall ways," Marion chuckles. "Actually uh... This is gonna sound crazy. We're on a star ship. People got yanked out of their wolds. Accordin' to some of what I heard we even got Loki on the ship."

She glances his way letting both of her eyebrows go up. How weird, huh?