Tuktu Weir queen of numbers

Queenie's nose had only been in the air for a minute or so before being assaulted a putrid, no-good scent that seemed a bit too close for comfort. She dropped her snout to look around with a quizzical expression that quickly turned to disgust once she'd laid eyes on the wanderer.

Less from fear or for threat, Queenie's hackles raised to full height from surprise; he was quite the sight. Ew, shit, she whispered, not caring if he'd heard or not, What happened to you? Although the question was one that might have seemed to hold some sort of compassion, it was clear that Queenie hadn't meant it so sweetly.