[Many of Koltira's senses--hearing and sight, especially--have remained acute in death. Others were not so much dulled as permanently altered, made alien. He reacted more strongly to the scent of blood than anything else, but the spices don't pass him by, either.
That's why he's paused in the kitchen, having come directly to the apartment after his release from the infirmary. He had meant only to collect his sunglasses and then leave again, but he isn't used to seeing the other occupants, either. They always seem to just miss each other.]
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That's why he's paused in the kitchen, having come directly to the apartment after his release from the infirmary. He had meant only to collect his sunglasses and then leave again, but he isn't used to seeing the other occupants, either. They always seem to just miss each other.]
Er--good afternoon.