Ravi leans as far away as he can, grateful for all the lankiness in his limbs so that it means he doesn't have to get too close (he's already wishing he had thought to invent nose plugs, too). "I mean, you could stand to do more leg days," Ravi deadpans sarcastically, as if Mark isn't in perfectly good shape and could run laps around him on any given day.

"Go on, start scrubbing and I'll see if I can't rustle up a towel or something. The least I can do. Do you know what the sad thing is?" he calls over his shoulder, raising his voice so he can still speak as he heads to the nearest house. "You're not the worst thing I've smelled in my career!"