Lost tourists were always a problem, which is why the ship had its own professional werewolf on board. Angua stood at the docks and sniffed the air.
"He was here...maybe five hours ago. Wearing a green jacket. He went..."
She trailed off as she sorted through the hundreds of competing scents in the air, then started wandering down the dock, dreamlike. "...this would be easier if I went plains clothes."
-2C-
Angua shambled into the breakroom without a word, got a washcloth, wet it, and then draped it over her face before lying down longways on the sofa. The fumes of sulfuric acid vapor the forcefield mostly kept out were unpleasant enough, but... There had been an accident in the kitchens, and pure essence of garlic had gotten tracked all over half the ship. When you have a supercharged sense of smell, that...can be a problem.
"I'm never eating pasta again."
-3-
These things happen sometimes. Angua had been minding her own business when the jump came. The world they were on now had five moons, and they were ALL FULL. Even safely in the depths of the ship, there was no way she could avoid that. Where before had been a tall, attractive blonde woman, now there was a large blonde wolf looking surprised and irritated at the same time standing in a pile of clothes.
Angua von Uberwald | Discworld
Lost tourists were always a problem, which is why the ship had its own professional werewolf on board. Angua stood at the docks and sniffed the air.
"He was here...maybe five hours ago. Wearing a green jacket. He went..."
She trailed off as she sorted through the hundreds of competing scents in the air, then started wandering down the dock, dreamlike. "...this would be easier if I went plains clothes."
-2C-
Angua shambled into the breakroom without a word, got a washcloth, wet it, and then draped it over her face before lying down longways on the sofa. The fumes of sulfuric acid vapor the forcefield mostly kept out were unpleasant enough, but... There had been an accident in the kitchens, and pure essence of garlic had gotten tracked all over half the ship. When you have a supercharged sense of smell, that...can be a problem.
"I'm never eating pasta again."
-3-
These things happen sometimes. Angua had been minding her own business when the jump came. The world they were on now had five moons, and they were ALL FULL. Even safely in the depths of the ship, there was no way she could avoid that. Where before had been a tall, attractive blonde woman, now there was a large blonde wolf looking surprised and irritated at the same time standing in a pile of clothes.