He noticed; he didn't miss much. He was a sensory critter; he lived and breathed all five, and always had, and it could be both overwhelming and comforting, depending on the situation. So, when Harold sniffed, he slid a sidelong look over.

Regardless, he didn't ask. Just looked back down into the water, still keeping an ear out for the sounds of a mechanic needed. "Far... I mean, where are ye from? Before all o' this."