Ben taps the keys to flood the inner room with gas. When he looks again to the screen, the dark queen is gazing straight up at the ceiling as if she knows the gas is coming. She must smell it, of course. The tiger’s olfactory sense is several magnitudes greater than that of any metahuman, greater than any metahuman could truly comprehend. Ben wonders what it must be like to be able to track prey through half a million acres of forest by sense of smell alone. He wonders how the world of metahumans would look to one with senses so keen? Could one ever lie to a creature with such insight?