Rain. The bane of scent tracking everywhere. Seb couldn't pick much of anything out of this downpour besides the bouquet drifting from the RV's interior...and the faint sterile odor mixed with the usual human stench from the young boy sitting nearby. Not quite natural, and it made him stand out in a crowd to the large lupine mutant.
An ear twitches as it picks up the boy's tinkering. Seb tilts his head to the side, keeping one eye on his surroundings as he looks at...Prodigy, was it?
"What've you got there," he asks, his voice carrying a deep timbre, a slight growl, and a hint of a British accent.