Isaac had wondered into the slicer’s domain and held his nose from it’s awful smell. He watched in faint interest as animals were being killed left and right. Isaac gave a thumbs up on a job well done to those who looked up to whoever made eye contact and saw Cleo at the end, he walked up to her as he heard her apologize. “I’m sure the animals would still love you nonetheless.” he said, hands still pinching his nose.
The only sounds filling the room, was the inevitable gurgling from the dying animal. It was a sound she usually blocked out. She always wandered to do something else, like washing her hands or just outright leaving for a while. She was in the process of cleaning herself when she heard Isaac. Her eyes locked with the guy, he seemed so disgusted about the bloodhouse that she wondered why he even was there. "How can they still love me? And why are you pinching your nose, Isaac? Don't like the smell?"
