“Are you okay?” Okot asks me, ignoring the others’ glares. “I’m fine.” Okot relaxes slightly and even releases his hold on my arm, but not before he leans down and inhales the scent of my hair. “What the fuck? Don’t smell her,” Evert snaps. “It’s okay. We sniff. It’s our thing,” I explain. The genfins just frown more.
