Eren breathes in the damp air, turning his face up to the overcast sky. The air feels like oncoming rain, which can only be a good thing with the dry year they 've had. It 'll probably be a few hours yet before they get any real precipitation, though. Still, the static builds in the air and dances around the hairs on the back of his neck.

'You smell like spices. '

Eren turns to look at his guard in surprise. Hanji may have loosened some of his safety precautions, but Levi had apparently insisted on at least one person keeping eyes on him at any given time.

His current watcher is sitting on the edge of a parapet, methodically peeling the rind off an orange. He 's seen the man around a few times while at the headquarters, but he doesn 't think he 's ever heard him speak. Mike, if he remembers correctly; one of Hanji and Levi 's long-time comrades.

Mike meets his eye with thickly layered suspicion.