Imagine spending two months living in the same clothes. Now imagine those clothes are a restrictive suit that's intended to provide heat and cover for most of your body. And most of your days are spend in fairly strenuous labour, such as moving various objects around in zero gravity. That's actually harder than it sounds.
It's good I don't actually notice the smell unless I stop and concentrate. It doesn't even smell that bad. Sort of like an animal, or strangely, spiced meat. Whoever finds me once the tweenship orbits into the lanes is going to locate me by my odour. They'll probably run away thinking I'm some kind of tweenjunk predator. So I've gotta put up signs, something saying 'survivor on board'. Yeah. That's yet another goddamn project I've gotta get going.
Actually now I think of it, my smell is probably what tips the squids off to where I am. Huh.