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As Riddick pushed the small metal cart of medical supplies to the med bay his nose was greeted by a pleasant smell. Halting his eyes slid closed; he sniffed the air. The scents were like beautiful colors to him, filling his nose and making his stomach growl. He could smell red meat and spices; and Jack's scent. He was not thrilled that the cooking smells masked most of her scent; but the aroma he could detect was happy. Opening his eyes he continued on his way, unable to stop a soft rumble of pleasure and a small smile from escaping.