Daniel gets distracted from his lexical undertakings by the stunningly, singularly nauseating smell that abruptly fills the room. His head bobs up, nose wrinkling, and he performs a perfect double-take when it occurs to him that were those socks supposed to be white.

It's a good thing Daniel hasn't eaten recently.

"Ah." He swallows thickly and tries not to gag and thinks of the most polite way to phrase this. "Um. You, uh, might wanna think about showering."

Daniel is making earnest effort to breathe through his mouth but the overpowering stench sweeps over him again regardless. The man has been walking miles upon miles without stopping. Obviously there will be wear and tear. Very odorous wear and tear.

"Just, you know. A thought." No offense.