You stop at the entrance of the cabin, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck raise up slightly and a tension growing in your back. Something about the cabin is putting stress on you, and you can't quite figure out what it is - something in the smell. If you'd been in this body longer, maybe you'd have a better sense of what was wrong.
Roger turns back to you, gesturing inwards as he says, "Please, make yourself at home miss."
You swallow, unsure if you want to enter the stuffy cabin.
"Is something wrong?"