Having light in darkness and a decent soap was nice, yeah, but that didn't mean the smell wasn't absolutely noxious at the same time.

Clint stepped into the building, doing his best to breathe through his mouth, looking around at all the equipment (some familiar, some not) and finally spotting Helen. "You've gotta be a saint to put up with that smell, even for something helpful like that. I was gonna check out what all's here and how the equipment is, but if I'll be in the way I can come back."

He still had his shirt up over his nose.