Some of those scents are vaguely familiar, though not enough that Matt can recognize him right off the bat. Definitely someone he's bumped into once or twice, though. The aroma of coffee is particularly distinct, more artificial undertones than Starbucks, black and bitter.

He makes a good-natured face when the other man describes the color, and the voice is the clue that helps him connect the dots to the young man who'd been part of the winter survival operations several years past. A military officer of some kind? Or something close to that. "Electric, you say. That's not quite what I'm looking for, I have to admit."