floor two

[She has made a hasty retreat out of the room that she had been in. Not that she is a stranger to death, but the overwhelming scent had been enough to send her stomach rolling. Add to that the apparent agony in which the individual had seemed to die... In a way, Padmé might almost prefer the uselessness of the first floor, but only for a moment.

She's backtracked a little, although the smell hangs heavy in the air now telling her it is not just one death, but many, and that they have disturbed them. Hopefully they have not disturbed what has created this destruction. Her own sleeve is above her own nose as she tries not to breath through it.]

If Pine-Sol is an air freshener, I couldn't agree more. Those poor souls.