Why is there sniffing going on? What's with the sniffing? Alex seriously doesn't know what the hell is going on, but there's definitely sniffing going on to a degree she doesn't like because that means she's back on the menu for dinner. "I'm...I'm..." She hauls in a deep, cleansing, long breath and pushes it out like she's in labor. "I'm in a zombie heathen hell and I wore my really nice perfume that has hints of cinnamon in it, so do you think they're going to think I'm pie?" she hisses out, all in one breath. "What's the zombie equivalent of whipped cream? Oh my god," she says, horrified. "Is it fingernails? I bet it's fingernails."