As if in response to his rhetorical question, something struck him in the back of the head. Not with the kind of force to do him any real harm, but enough to sting for a minute or two. It clanked to the ground with metallic sound and rolled around to and settled about his feet. a small aerosol can that said 'Stank-away' on it. It was shortly followed by a exasperated voice from the same direction it had been flung from. "It's because you stink like a corpse!" said a young, clearly feminine voice. "Maybe if you empty that whole can of deodorant on yourself you'll smell approachable at least." 

The can of body spray and the blunt words came from a young girl. Pail red hair, almost pastel in appearance, pulled back into a short, high pony tail, the bangs not long enough to reach into the tail hanging haphazardly around her face. She was dressed practically, a buttoned up short sleeve shirt and well fitted leather shorts. despite looking barely older than Eustace, she stood out in a few more significant ways than the rest of the older crowd about her. most obvious were her tattoos. Along her left arm and leg were depictions of vicious looking vines with scattered rose blossoms here and there, whose petals were nearly the exact color as her hair. On the right side were the images of black birds, of various sizes that appeared to be places as if they were flying in a pattern of some sort, though the reason for the placement was impossible go guess, the placement seemed deliberate. The next thing that stood out was the 8 knives visibly hanging from her belt. For on each side. 6 were smaller, likely for throwing or utility, and a pair were larger clearly meant for close quarters combat.  Thirdly, she had a intense scowl-like exception that was the equal to any hard hide thug in the hundreds that surrounded them, it seemed so natural on her face that it was easy to imagine she was born with such a casually angry expression. 

She sat near by, with her personal bag half unzipped she was rummaging through it mumbling to her self. "Hang on, if that ain't enough, I think I got some air-freshener in here, maybe the one to punch of cleaner will keep us all from puking up out lunch before the examine starts." she continued to pull things out of her pack, Bar of soap, bottle of water, even a dry shampoo of all things. All the while she was mumbling about how 'she spent all this time getting here and the first real obstetrical is some kids rancid BO.