The stink of death wafts into the air. With it comes the potent aroma of 
Adama’s pleasure, swelling to dominate the air. It is a pleasure beyond the
ordinary. There is nothing sexual about it, yet it smells like ecstasy, an 
ecstasy combining elation, exhilaration, and exultation all into one. To Tikki, 
it is as if Adama finds some special significance in the moment of his chosen 
one’s death, as if it is a defining moment. This is a thing she understands
well. The day she made her first kill, full in her mother’s eyes, she felt a
kind of ecstasy, too. Every kill since that first reminds her of who and what 
she is, and the role that is hers to play. She finds it curious that Adama 
should kill without ever touching his prey, but she well understands his 
pleasure. That is why she feels such an affinity for him. Perhaps that alone 
makes him seem more familiar than most other humans.