Granger was still steadily rocking her hips in her seat, her lower half working while she tried to keep her shoulders and head somewhat steady. He could hear her breath hitch every now and then. Suddenly he realized he could smell her. Not her normal sweet flowery scent, not that he had ever intentionally noticed her smell... how could he help it with her cloud of hair dispersing it into his path without his consent. No he could smell her. It was warm and musky, alluring in its depth. He wanted to explore that smell, learn it, unpack its varied characteristics.