There is an overwhelmingly prevalent odor of fish.  Not the pleasant sort of seafood aroma at a costal, upscale restaurant, where you imagine the catch of the day might actually have been caught that day, accompanied some lovely rice pilaf and vegetables on the side.  No, it smells more like the dumpster behind a fish market after they’ve been closed for a family emergency for three days.

You decide you like your lunch just where it is currently and not on the ground outside your body, so you promptly leave.