The smell of smoke filled the room, the obnoxious pungent musk of ash and whatever else was in that tightly rolled cigarette. The grease in his hair seemed almost obnoxious, you were sure you could've seen your reflection in it if you tried hard enough. Though the main concern that seemed to float through your mind at the moment was the intense pounding in your skull, the unfamiliar squirming sensation in your chest, and the question that might as well have been written in big bold letters above your head of "Who the hell are you?". You cast your gaze up and down the man's figure as whatever the hell was causing the writhing in your chest came to a crescendo and you were almost sure you saw spots splash across your vision. Your mouth tasted like bile and with a grimace, the man pulled a bin from the corner of the room and held it out to you. He seemed aware that your lunch was threatening to make a reappearance but he took a few steps back, clearly worried that whatever came up may dirty his already disheveled appearance. Despite this, you kept down your meal and instead felt your hand creeping up to the collar of your shirt. A sense of panic washed over you as the sensation in your chest rose again and as you got around to the third or fourth button, you found yourself horrified and ready to scream. A small indent in your chest in the vague shape of a bug of some kind, resting just beneath your skin on the crest of your diaphragm was all you saw before he reached forward and buttoned your shirt back up with an anxious laugh. "Don't worry about that right now. We'll get you right as rain soon enough, yes?" His brows furrowed in concern as he began babbling about how he could fix it "And if um- if I don't, then you won't have much to worry about because you'll be- well I mean you'll be dead....you ever see the movie Alien?" The corners of his mouth turned up into a lopsided grin, the stains on his teeth were evidently from a life time of cigarettes akin to the one resting between his fingers