"I'm not about to go inside an asylum," Thomas promised, shaking his head. He was oftentimes stupid, sometimes insanely so, but he wasn't out looking for trouble in Darrow. He had enough troubles waiting for him back in the Scorch to build up ill will and enemies in a completely new place.

"You're probably not a fan of how a lot of places and people smell," he joked, stretching his arms over his head and rolling his shoulders. "Ever get tired of that sense of smell?"