. And not the fancy kind you get at a gourmet deli, but the kind that's been sitting in the back of the fridge for a month. She glanced down at her bare feet, a faint green miasma radiating from them like some sort of bizarre superpower. "It's just my imagination," she muttered, pressing the buttons on her console a bit harder. "If I ignore it, it'll go away." But the smell was persistent, clinging to the air like a stubborn, cheesy ghost. She tried to remember the last time she'd worn shoes. A lifetime ago, it seemed. Ever since this whole... situation began, personal hygiene had taken a backseat to, well, everything. Her eyes darted around the room, hoping nobody else noticed. Hiding behind the pink handheld screen, her cheeks flushed a little bit. She probably should have taken a shower. With a determined look on her face, Chiaki decided to channel her inner gamer. Like any formidable boss battle, this odor could be defeated with a well-thought-out strategy. "Okay, Chiaki," she whispered to herself. "Level one: distraction. Level two: locate the nearest source of soap and water. Level three: PROFIT!" She paused the game, her face scrunching a little in distaste. "Maybe I'll just stay in here for the rest of the day..."