Maybe it's the air. [The thought crosses his mind and he immediately covers his nose, but breathing is not an optional thing, like eating. Eventually, he has to drop his hands and suck in an irritated breath. That done, he crosses his arms over his chest and mutters.]

Go into the woods for Nurray, I said. It'll be easy, I said. It'll give you a good reputation with her, and she'll help you get the crap you need to keep up your shop, I said. Why can't anything on this frickin' planet ever be straightforward.