Still waiting, Alan's head lifted up, his mandibles picking up a familiar scent

[i]There it is again![/i] he thought, the smell of vanilla once again in the air. It hadn't killed him earlier, so it probably wasn't poison, but he still wanted to figure out what it was. This time, however, he could track the source of the smell to the next train-car. He walked over to the door, and burst through.

"Okay, what's the deal with all this vanilla!" he shouted, looking around to see the old-timely dressed boy, his eyes then focusing on the girl who had taken the bags earlier.
"Oh, I see [i]you[/i] had something to do with it." he said, his voice full of contempt.