It mostly smells like beer, but very faintly underneath that scent-which is realll frickin' strong-he can smell almonds...cyanide.
Lainie: Oh-we're getting serious now? Well in that case-
She quickly drops to the floor, sweeping the legs of the bodyguards who try to come at her. She uses her momentum to slide under the table and uses it as cover so Micheal can't get to her to shoot her. She pulls out her twin knives from each of her hidden scabbards on her thighs and stabs each of his legs, one in the bullet hole she made.