It's different.

[ He glances over at Elias again, and he wonders if Elias is playing with him or if he really can't- ]

T-the quantity, the density of it. Smelling out a statement in central London is simple enough, but this is-

This is something else entirely.

[ A soft, mirthless sound. ]

I don't want to describe what it feels like. It all sounds... insulting. Juvenile.

[ And it reminds him of something, but he can't quite figure out what. ]